not all who wander are lost

not all who wander are lost

Friday, March 05, 2010

a work in progress

I am pushing that heavy cart of myself forward. 
It is hard work. 
The strive for meaning. 
Hoping for change. 

I finish, for today. 
Inside I sit and wait.
Insecurity, doubt, pessimism, fear are all voices 
that come knocking on my cool blue door.

I am not interested in such visitors.

I quiet myself.
Watching with closed eyes
the last falling feather of my day 
And then stillness

Where the golden strands of 
peace and understanding
begin the whispers of their weaving.


1 comment:

della said...

I am in awe of your poetry. You do such a good job of expressing your feelings. I know those 'visitors' well. I will try to remember to refuse to let them enter through my door.