It Ends With Gratitude
I could walk away (because that’s human freedom)
into what the wise ones tell me is darkness.
The darkness of broken promise.
I stay to witness the beautiful things
that come after a storm when everything cleared away
leaves room for flowers and love
and the joy of sharing life with another
in the midst of others making our way together.
This is what I stay for.
I made a promise.
A promise was made.
We are not a TV show,
twisting and spinning
on poisonous oaths which
should never have been.
What I really long for is to answer the calling
that leads us into the dream of love
all around us
all the same.
We say it’s behind us now.
But behind is always the foundation
of what’s to come.
Palace of Now.
Thank you for these words.