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by Sandra Williams
Now
a time with little of it left
I gather gently to my breast
all my life
not to sort as pictures in a box
into tidy stacks by time and place
but as Harvest do they come
their random fruits to trace
remembrances to keep
what I sowed, what I reaped
how and whom I loved
when and where
what was given me to bear
what was taken, what received
of all I once too easily believed--
A maze it seemed I thought I knew
in all directions I could choose
but was a labyrinth I wandered through
along its unicursal way of hope and fear
leading to the center
now and here
I reminiscence with gratitude, in joy, in pain
at times mythologizing all that’s been
or seeing clearly parts I played
in life’s grand drama
self and heaven made
Light rain, with a high of 47 and low of 37 degrees. Light rain in the morning, light drizzle in the afternoon, moderate snow during the evening, light rain overnight.
Thanks to the Strzelecki’s for sharing their journey with us. So inspiring!