Joy this morning
And there was joy this morning,
years of silent sadness
turned to song.
Severed from active presence
another’s inadequacy dictating
actions that should have been
mine alone to take or reject,
but I was not strong enough
I was not secure enough
I was not safe enough
to challenge.
And there was joy this morning,
years of silent sadness
turned to song.
Years later,
at the urging of my gods,
the ancestors of the land
and the saint who with
this friend brought me
for the first time to
my soul’s home
my spirit’s home
the land of my truest
connections –
I reached out.
And there was joy this morning,
years of silent sadness
turned to song.
I reached out across
the waste of seas,
the wasteland of seasons
devoid of sharing,
and to my delight and hers
future seasons now open,
friendship redeemed
redemption grasped,
welcomed and embraced.
And there was joy this morning,
years of silent sadness
turned to song.
The years of then are lost,
the years of yet are found,
different people
different paths
different stories,
the same reassuring presence,
the same willing smile,
the same deep story
alive between us.
And there was joy this morning,
years of silent sadness
turned to song.
Welcome back
my friend
my sister
my daughter,
for the man with whom
I now share my life is not jealous
but with me instead rejoices,
that a friend of deep connection
is found again
and we are linked once more.
And there was joy this morning,
years of silent sadness
turned to song.
Gray Bear in the Middle 