Lately,
A kind of clarity has descended upon me.
A heavenly gift repaying
Years of tears with a divine
Dividend.
I remove myself from the equation.
A part of me gazes at my inner landscape,
While my outer self listens to my companion.
I sense the story beneath the story,
And the meaning inside the outwardly spoken words.
Having been granted this gift,
I patiently breathe,
Observe and wait.
Wait until the door cracks open oh-so-slightly
And a thread of light beckons me forward
To plant the seed.
Will this seed take root?
Will it die?
Will it bloom?
Will it fade?
I don’t know,
But I am grateful –
Grateful for that crack,
Grateful for that thread of light
And, most of all, for that sacred seed
That Someone placed
Between my fingers.
David Hanig 