POETRY

Past grandmother’s stories,

Beyond yesterdays’ lingering

Whispers,

Above clouds of the moment’s

Drama

There is a rendezvous with destiny –

To unlock the lock, I must endure this pain,

To harness the journey’s craft, I must negotiate with

The stones on this path,

To kill the monsters, I must be willing to die first

And then watch how my ashes shall rise against

Another day's sunrise.

To each scar, there must be a new

Meaningful note added,

To each roadblock, there must be

A new sign-post erected reading,

“this way please…”

To each teardrop, there must

Be a follow-up heartfelt “sigh,”

To each majesty of a rose opening up

To the morning sun there must be

A message delivered,

“that I shall never take this

Glory teaching sight for granted…."