The View from Here

In the blink of an eye

my youth is gone;

Instead of dewey innocence,

lines of laughter, tears, and time etch my brow.

Where did life go?

I refuse to utter words of complaint, though;

Each and every day has brought with them lessons,

Wisdom gained through pain and loss…and joy.

While my outer shell is showing marks of life’s battles,

my spirit within is filled with revelation, ageless, power-filled.

Every moment a rare and precious gift,

to be celebrated with gratitude and reverence.

I will look out into the future through eyes filled with hope, seeing beauty in the chaos,

knowing that the spirit continues on,

a traveler through time,

Making each moment even more precious than the one that came before.

Intertwining threads of continuous color and light.