A New Perspective

❦ It’s funny how the things that seem difficult at the time can, in the end, become something to be thankful for.

The Good News

(0120.2025)

This evening, the lines are sketched traces of time,

The faces and names of stories once forgotten return,

Drawing my life, and unveiling who I’ve always been.

Thoughts guide me through grief’s distant, dark halls,

Now lit by loving mercy and quiet grace -

(Each wound, a whisper of wisdom’s gentle voice.)

The time I cried left deserts in my eyes -

But faces that once carved sadness in my heart

Have now awakened a voice, alive with gratitude.

And here I see the vow my soul once made

Before it wore its fragile, fleeting skin;

And how beloved’s hand has never strayed too far.

Each answer is a footstep on my path.

I have only to see the long walk in a new way.

m.c.f.