What Is To Be

Realizing limitations in my legs. Whatever will be, I am at peace with how far I have come. How a life can be spun from thorns into gold. How the hint of death can morph into an angel's nod because of a stranger's prayer. This road may be slow, but it is paved with stones thrown into ponds with a wish. My new normal is still not; Each moment is richer than before. The sweet smell of dew now clings to my touch - when before I was numb to its plea. Holiday hymns are a reminder of a time I once thought I would not be here see. So when I wonder why I still can't run in the grass that speaks to me. Or why dancing eludes when a song expands my heart. I remember the journey that brought me here, and the lessons learned so far. Lessons in each drop of dew, each stone a stranger threw. I thank God for what's inside a life when it is still. Ideas plastered on its walls of what its world can be. And I take it easy on myself - because it is a magnificent life to be.