A canvas stretches out before us
Waiting for engagement
The rearview is full of ago
We must forward
Place purpose, then
As the only given moment exists in this small frame
Available, until occupied
The secret, though?
The canvas renews its new each day
Don’t beat your kindness of self upon it
But do bear witness to the truth of self
You are never what you were, or will be, but simply what you are…
This one and only moment of new
Take a chance
Forge your soul into a becoming warrior
Fight for life
The residual snow melts neatly as daylight gains a foothold.
Winter winds pinch less around the cheekbones, now.
A vocation for longer stretched out days develops.
Prayers fall on listening ears,
and answers appear readily to balance the ledger.
Hard fought, wicked winter victory.
Triumph of warmth.
Keep rolling, calendar days, until the first frost appears on the fall pumpkin patch.
Then, the cozy woolen blankets will be retrieved for their perfect purpose.