A wise man advised me,
in tones I would not hear, here,
in my mind, but already known
in my soul. He kept me afloat.

A wise man apprised me
in words that confused me, deep
did I go to find courage of need
in my heart. Through darkest fears.

A wise man described me
in terms I couldn’t place, my face,
it seemed, had a keenness I hadn’t seen
in my eyes, in blinded sight.

A wise man proscribed me
an ending of self-hate, love doved
by a wisdom I felt grow slow
in my spirit; now, my ego can glow.

A wise man advised me
in dreams I now can hear, here,
in my skies, to cherish my being, seeing,
in my soul, that love makes love whole.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 7/6/04