"The Way"

One cannot be what one is not

A seed is not as beautiful

Until its flower is in bloom

We are not what we could be

My oars are worn, experienced

It doesn’t take a microscope

To see the wear and tear of years

Damaged oars can be replaced

People yearn to see the beauty

New paint it makes me look so sharp

I shine in both the sun and rain

The eye creates what it beholds

Today to use me who will it be?

Some treat me with such tenderness

Some see me as a tool, no more

Before they dock and walk away

At night I think to myself

I should be my own navigator

Or at least follow the bright star

Why is my path not mine to choose?

It is dawn and I am awake

And I am not what I am not

But I am not what I could be

One more day to serve you, and

            I know the way.

(2006)

Read "The Rose and the Dandelion" or "What Happiness Is" or "Monday"

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