Fear

I must say a word about fear. It is life’s only true opponent.

Yann Martel
I was anxious for so long, thinking I
must please you, all of you
say kind words and always take care
A stranger in my own life, what good
word did I offer my own tender self
about the present or longed-for future?
Fear, I knew too well, clinging to
it, wrapping it around, but it
is a fickle friend, I know now
Life's less certain than I wish it
Only looking back can I know
true from false.  But it is no
opponent.  I am welcome here.

Morning

It is never too late to be what you might have been.

George Eliot
This morning I saw the sun as it
rose over the far buildings. Is
light always lifting this way? Never
have I stood, rapt, at this window. Too
distracted, busy, late
for this quotidian blessing to
touch me, remind me to be
alive with what
is.  You know you
can go a whole life and might
not see this, know you are loved, have
always been.