Saturday Morning in Early Spring

After darkness comes morning

Smalls acts of our ordinary lives

A plate of breakfast

Branches aching to burst

Two Pieces

Is the view from here always so clear

How far can we see

Can we look into forever

Sun and breeze flowing 

This is the feel of life

Let it fill each breath

Do memories haunt or do they linger

Are they welcomed 

or are they interlopers

What is the lesson

What is the gift

they wish to bestow

Ask them

Expect no response

Figure it out yourself

The View

What matters most comes into view

When you see it you will know

It is what you have been searching for

When it is here you will make choices

you had long delayed 

When it is here the difficulty will fall

away into acceptance 

Then the work begins anew

Building

Can we build together?

What are we building?

A life. Everything.

Building with each passing day.

Building with words,

building with actions,

building with kind looks,

building with kisses,

building through hardship,

building through success,

building with every moment.

Let us create that which endures.

What do we wake from?

What do wake into?

What is the space between?

We are who we have

We will give everything

We are who we have