The canvas white with possibility.
Old expectations pushed off the edges.
Past chapters of life lost outside the frame.
Emptiness waiting impatiently to be filled.
The blank fabric inviting the dreamer.
The stories we want to believe
begin like lines gracing the page.
Emotions we dare to express
create a rich and courageous texture.
Acceptance gently hiding beyond our grasp
dances like shadows on the page.
The power and grace we hold
paints a perfect balance of color.
Like hope rising
boldly from our hearts
shapes take form
and the picture emerges:
A reflection of our perfect souls.
The day I wrote this poem I was meeting a friend, Lati, for brunch, and as I awaited her arrival, the poem came to me. I sat in the quiet and comfort of the quaint little Leaf Kitchen cafe, pulled out a small pad of paper, and started to write. From the vintage chair at the table, with my herbal tea steeping, I saw something different for us.
We’d seen some dark gray days on our journey of breast cancer. Today, though, acceptance, openness and courage were available to us. We were reaching deeper into ourselves and finding our way forward. Our beliefs had the power to take us somewhere new and put us at choice for creating a new reality.
* I took this photo on Highway 151 from Dubuque, Iowa on a cold February day.