This is in honor of my friend Deb's musings about this special time in her life.
I write this on your birthday, an artificial marker
for the event we call “ life,” jarring us
into life’s profound questions
Our experiences are piled up against the door
and old hopes and dreams start to hang
in the air like so much smoke
Anticipated losses can start stealing today’s joy
right out from under us long before
the real pain occurs
We watch our life shape shifting into an unknown
as the familiar and the loved start to slip away
growing up, growing away, passing on
We fear being left behind, left standing alone
in the middle of the empty field named for who
we thought we were
But it is in the midst of this upset that wisdom is born
surrendering to the mystery we didn’t create
letting grace flow as it wants to do
These are the wisdom years, when we know the least...
because what choice is there but to keep opening
in love to what is coming
bes 8.11.09 Sculpture by Jerry Minton
You are special Deb...thanks for sharing!
