Middle of the way
Middle of the road
in the middle of something
that's how it goes.
It's the middle of the night
on the middle of my mind
I wrote that down
for my memory to find.
Oh, to be in the middle of the best years thus
To be swept up beside you
To be so very us.
I'm loving this middle
her youth is so rich
I know that it won't last
I know it won't stick.
So I'm slowing these moments
that we're caught in the middle of
Blow them wide open
so Alive in this love.
Reflecting back on our year so far brings forward two words; Hope and Perseverance.
Hope that the uncertain days would eventually lighten and reveal a new path. Something to be trusted, to be celebrated. Perseverance to walk those uncertain days not knowing when the day would break but moving forward trusting it would.
“I can’t see my way through this forrest; it’s too dark and thick”
“Can you see your next step?
“Yes, I can see that”
“Then just take the next step”.
And each day, a step.
It’s often impossible to feel capable of the climb before us. To gather it up into itself and measure it from beginning to end, feeling the totality of the journey it will require and be ready to lean into it. Life is too utterly complex and difficult to harness the energy required to stand up to the entire beast before us, arms wide open.
Oh, but what maddening beauty there is in the careful, hopeful next step.
The Wayfaring Friend 