Today I worshipped
at the alter of the sun–
not to her,
but alongside her-
as she arched with graceful swiftness
and spun golden
light across your skies.
Each morning she realizes
she is living
on not borrowed, but gifted time
and so doesn't waste a moment in
hesitation or confusion
Her purpose, clear, to shine
to illuminate all in the world
that is
-the active verb of being-
To show you all that lives,
bear witness to it.
I could take a lesson from this bright
unencumbered one,
latch fearlessly onto my gifts
and see them grow into a calling,
one worth facing daily
with gentle ferocity and
illumination eyes.
Because here, I'm finally starting to write for myself again. Little things, but things all the same. More updates to come. Stay with me, folks.
