“We are verbs.”
As the grief of things left behind
Begins to lift,
Her verbing wisdom comes to ease
The good bye.
I dig a little deeper
And remember that
My reasons for moving on
Well outweighed those for staying.
But there was beauty there in the rejected road –
She is what trips me up on the journey.
Beauty has earned her place the sentence too.
Even now she blankets the call
to the action.
Is she friend or foe?
It’s hard to say.
Something deep inside say,
“Lay down your sorrow, and welcome her as grace.”
The grace that kept you warm
As you stepped up to the challenge
Of being a verb, not a noun.
May 20, 2013