reflection
has shown me
the way I was then –
how sweet this communion
with reason to prove
tied not to telling
another life lived
today
but a step
let me move

the way
is reopened –
as light to my path
warmed by the essence
of faraway dreams
fell into purpose
of destiny come –
to remind me of joy
of sorrows
between

what I know
what I don’t
shall recall of my days
passed
in the rush to reveal
something much bigger
than everything mine –
a light
was a flame
holding still

Author’s Note: Written as a result of conversations
with my students this morning. Direction seeks will with
the sight not to see.

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