Rearranging stepping stones embedded in the winding path of life, I notice a pattern of change. My genesis consists of trampled footprints, misleading and unsure, cleverly camouflaging the smooth ground beneath. But gradually I notice that the twisting, unsteady path I follow is roughly intersecting with an unfamilier, yet pleasant way. Sharp, jagged edges give way to fluid, effortless strides. Side trails repeatedly invite me to pursue, but I consistently deny. I choose to continue on to this interesting, newly discovered destination, and I refuse to be routed back to the lonely place I began. Though slightly apprehensive, I permanatly cross over onto this fresh, promising path, and instantly see that I can follow it to the stars. There, I see you striding alone, seemingly overcome with confusion. Across the barren galaxy, I glimpse the remaining shadows of your aged and broken road, realizing that aimless travels have brought you here to me. I speak no words, but quicken my pace to advance to your side. We silently grow closer, eliminating space, until our fingers finally meet and tenderly intertwine.
Meet Me In The Stars
August 8, 2010