Caretaker

Among scattered stars
Lies the whisper of silence
Gathering my thoughts

Life... ah, the journey!  I have walked those trails edged in the darkness of sorrow and the gray shroud of insecurity.  Standing motionless beneath a cerulean sky, I have known the joy of continuing, of constancy.  I have embarked upon paths of the unknown. The highways of 'best left forgotten'.  Yes, I have wandered near and far. To not do so would mean not living. I've realized that we are not promised an easy journey... just a journey.  It is up to us to journey well, whether we stumble and fall or we fly.

Dawn's awakening
Painting golden sentences
Singing morning's song

I have sung the hymns of loss.  Voiced the ballads of love.  And then the pen of words was placed into my hands.  A gift from above.  I understood the trust that came with the pen.  The faith that words were granting me.  The power I could wield and the humility of the ink that was spilled before me.

Day shares company
Moments breathing quietly
Leaving words behind

And I have recited the poetry of hope.  The prose of continuing.  I allowed the ink of sonnets to drip freely.  I watched colors fade into simplicity.  And imagined this simplicity bloom into brilliance.  And I waited.... and I learned.

Sunset brushing by
Leaving its leftover thoughts
Within sky's promise

And now... I glance toward Heaven and whisper my gratitude.  Words have granted me another day to share.  Thoughts have bled. Ink has spilled.  I will forever strive to earn their trust and keep their friendship.  I am their caretaker and I will try not to ever let them down.