Thursday, November 20, 2008

Standing on the precipice of change

I can feel it. Yet I fear it. I can see it. Yet I look away. Change, I watch you suspiciously: A shadowy woman with a basket, of flowers, or stones? The not knowing, frightens. Yet the fear remains irrelevant. Change will come as surely as leaves yellow, and glaciers melt into lakes of frost. So I do what I can, a brave smile, a parka for the cold. I face her determined to accept whatever she brings with patience, and grace, commingled with as much hope as I can muster. Because hope is the brightest beacon, the reason for living, the greatest thing there is.

3 comments:

Tee said...

I like the basket of stones or flowers analogy very much.

(And I think the basket contains flowers full of Obama magic for us all.... LOL.)

{hugs}

pixie said...

Eid Mubarak!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Meher said...

Hi I really loved the thing about HOPE! I have aspecial beautiful child and in bringing her up fighting all the worldly and mental demons it is HOPE that keps us all going that someday all our nightmares will be over..keep writing.we are listening hoping...

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