It has taken many years
To accept certain possibilities.
My body healing, for one.
It always seemed so effort filled
And I was too tired for that.
Surrender always felt sweeter.
The truth is
There is an energy required
That I can’t produce.
The grace is
I don’t need to.
It is already waiting.
It has been, patiently
Waiting for enough of me
To be held in the stillness.
Now I feel it
Flowing gently in the moment
As possibility I can choose.
With it comes a new identity
Long resisted gifts
And sense of purpose.
Purpose and freedom
Peace and a bit of passion
Joy enfolds any outcome.
In perfect timing
I stand ready
To fly.
