You breathe, therefore….

Talk to me.
tell me your truths,
your dreams,
of places untraveled,
of places that calm your soul
and excite you,
Places
you never believed
could be yours.

It is not too late
to board that ship.
You breathe,
therefore there is time

to walk

where no one has ever walked,
a path yours, ours
alone.

It does not matter
how far.
It does not matter how improbable,
or how often you have failed.

None of it matters.
And that is truth.

For life offers all the grace
we need.
All we need is the belief
and to take that first step,
and then another,
and another.

Throw away your clock.
Your calendar.
Your sense of what makes sense.
Dance through your fears.
Laugh at the whole idea
of impossibility.

So begin.
Now.
Tell me.
And  let us take that first step in the sand
together.

About this poem

The woman I love and I were talking last night about possible futures, about dreams, about how to spend the years ahead, and all night those ideas and thoughts rattled around in my head. Because once we say something, once we put it out there, it becomes possible. I really believe that.

And it also got me thinking about how God might feel, knowing what we want most in life, but never willing to put it out there, to have the simple courage to say and act as if what we want, we actually want. And how frustrating that must be to a God who loves us and wants the best for us,

And can help.

And from all that, this poem. The picture was taken on Cape Cod, about a year ago. My first trip there.

Tom