May we all choose to follow the beat of our heart drums with optimistic love and celebrate the strength building challenges.
Here is the poem….I titled it at the end.
Life waiting silent still
Rumblings at the epicenter, gradually are cultivated
An avalanche of anticipation, building to a crescendo
At the core, a fusing soul
Rising resolve spawning proliferation
Like cold water skimming hot oil
A crackling dance, seemingly out of control
Yet with full intent, the Creator’s grace filled hand
Lovingly perfectly sculpts each being
Implanting a pulsing gift.
Some say golden
Some say shiny
Some say heavy
Two perpendicular ribbons wrap this treasure.
Gently these arterial lines grow
Delivering the cross of life.
Their extension offers stability, centering and ultimately freedom
The length drags behind holding yin
The crossing bar reaches with love, yang
The mystical intersection rhythmically pounds
Delivering majestic empowering drive
The mighty beat creates impetus, calling us to choose.
Do we shift forward, reverse or rest?
Resistance slows…. simmering…. strain… stress…
Fatigue beckons to sleep, ignore or freeze….
Momentum, energy and playful exuberance births synergy
As training strengthens the spirit like a marathon runner.
Whirling endorphins slowly shift
The finish line seems like an eternity
Truth is it arrives in a flash
Perception – reality?!
Blackness is overshadowed by the white iridescent glow of joy
The cross is no longer a burden
Miraculously found purpose, confidence, competence
En-joy-ment coupled with enthusiasm become happiness
Did we ever doubt Our Father would grace us with the gift of joy filled love?
Did we refuse to open and explore our holy treasure?
Or leave it wrapped pretty, heavy and tight?
The Gift of the Beating Cross