It begins in the depths;
Sounds like a struggle at first, then it breaks free…
It is a little spring with the force of a mighty volcano;
It is a sound with a single note,
Communicating a singular message – Victory!
It begins at the sight of the finish line;
With each additional step it soars in might,
Bolstered on by the sound of the rushing winds
Till it gloriously erupts at the breaking of the tape.
Days like this (today) are always strange to me;
And I can’t explain why, though I’ve tried,
Several times, to myself, unsatisfactorily…
Days like this have the tendency to make me sink deep into myself;
Cataloguing, Analyzing, Marking, Contemplating, Appreciating…
Alternating between speechlessness and an overwhelming deluge of things to say…
Yesterday feels like a dream, tomorrow seems like a wish;
Today, here and now, smells like promises and fulfillment;
Like layers of abstractions collapsed into a singularity – reality.
It began with weak breath – presumed death;
Then serendipity brought hope that led to disappointment.
But desperate faith called forth something unlikely –
The gradual correction of an apparent design flaw
Hidden from view, known to few, but with lasting effects.
These are matters of the heart…literally.
Some say words are cheap; I disagree in part;
For my words are heavy and expensive,
Because they are not entirely mine.
I’m learning to let mine simmer
In the broth of truth over the fires of faith.
Following the echoes in the dark corridors of time,
I make my way along the thread of Fate;
Armed only with a firm conviction – Faith;
The hope of a Light at the end of the tunnel;
So I take a step, gently, confidently, cheerfully;
Place one foot in front of the other.