Thursday, March 17, 2011
as arms constantly reach across her,
scheduling this and scheduling that,
she stares at the blur of a life passing her by.
at piano lessons, tennis practices, and dance recitals.
at essays, tests, and meetings.
as if she is sitting in the passenger seat,
gazing out the window
and growing yet another day older,
but then something happens...
glimmers of light begin to pierce the black and white.
her purpose and blooming future become clear once more.
the arms reaching across her now pull her into an embrace,
and warmth and love fill her soul once more.
and then she stares no longer...
for she sees.