Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Bring the past only if you are going to build from it. ~ Doménico Cieri Estrada

Paths

(For Sara)

Our path starts
from the moment of conception.
We float in darkness
and dream to the beat
of our mother's
heart.
And once we're here
our path
is directed by
those around us,
those who make decisions
for us.
We are like grains of sand,
blown this way
and that,
no sense of direction,
no light.
But as the winds ripple,
the gales howl,
a sweet breeze is there
at the end of
the tunnel.
It lifts us and buoys us.
It beckons to us
and we find ourselves
shifting our
path
in that direction.
We find ourselves
straining our faces upwards
towards the sun,
the promise of warmth
and
sustenance.
The promise of
a
beautiful day.

With Love,
Aunt Kris

3 comments:

lakeviewer said...

Inspiring. Great poem.

Ciara said...

Beautiful.

Kris said...

Your page is beautiful. I love all the quotes and the poem!