Across the impassable forbidding
I open myself wide
To possibility
Begin to see the bridges
With my heart
With my spirit
I open myself wide
To possibility
Begin to see the bridges
With my heart
With my spirit
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From Grim to Glimmer
Finally!
The grey grim relents
On the first day
Of a new year
The grey grim relents
On the first day
Of a new year
The last act
Of a once reticent sun
This vibrant glimmer
This display of possibility
For All I Have and All that’s Yet to Come
On this day
Of joy and giving
Of gifts received
Of blessings offered
I am most grateful
Of joy and giving
Of gifts received
Of blessings offered
I am most grateful
For all I have
For all that’s yet to come
For all the possibility
Which I can not yet see
And most of all
For the love I give
And am given freely
The love pervading all
On this and every day
The grace we share through love
A Beautiful Rut
This life
This repetitious life
It cuts a swath
Erodes away
Possibilities
This repetitious life
It cuts a swath
Erodes away
Possibilities
Call it a canyon
Or call it a rut
A pretty enough rut, you say
Perhaps… but still a rut
So I scamper out
Leaving a trail
Of dusty memory
Seeking the open vista above
The expanse of the big sky
A land of possibility
Narrow Channel
A narrow pass
To my release
To my release
Beyond horizons
Uncharted
Possibility
Gleams
Hope and Possibility
Where there is romance and reminiscence
In a sunset
There is hope and possibility
In a sunrise
In a sunset
There is hope and possibility
In a sunrise
Backlight
There’s a bright light
Beyond the back of my mind
Illuminating a hint
Of a promise
For a possibility
I cannot quite
Comprehend
Beyond the back of my mind
Illuminating a hint
Of a promise
For a possibility
I cannot quite
Comprehend
Formidable
Majestic
A divine grace
Nonetheless
Ultimately
Terrifying
Curiosity
Into the deepest shadows
I peer
Before entering
I peer
Before entering
Initiate
Expectant
With trepidation
But driven
By curiosity
And possibility
Unexpected Light
Sometimes
The light I seek
Is not to be found
Emanating from the elegant spire
Tradition expects
But from a plain, squat block
On a blackened beach
The light I seek
Is not to be found
Emanating from the elegant spire
Tradition expects
But from a plain, squat block
On a blackened beach
No matter
It is still the light
And the unexpected source
Offers additional insight
I open my heart and mind
To the abundance
Of possibility
This Tangle Life
This tangle
Life
On some lonesome
Rocky shore
Life
On some lonesome
Rocky shore
Ordered chaos
Flurry of growth
Fluid
Thick
Wherever opportunity
Permits
And often
Where it seems not
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