A Change in the Weather

It has been the oddest of seasons,
years of it. Unexpected storms.
Blooms in the off-season.
Strange and uncertain light
Leaving you uncertain as well,
whether or not to begin
new and uncertain journies,
to walk beyond the horizon
with any expectation that there was enough of you
to survive the weather.

So, you have stayed in place.
Safe. Sure, if not exactly enthused,
your sense of adventure safely parked
in the garage with the other boxes
of history.

Do not ask what you were waiting for.
There were, after all, other good days,
other blue skies. You could have set out
on any of them. But somewhere, there was something,
one last evidence of love
that set you free, leaving you decided,
that weather does not matter
as much as faith.

About this poem.

I got some good news today. I had my every six month “has the cancer come back?” test and it has not. I go from testing every six months to every year. Anyone who has gone through cancer of any sort can tell you how freeing that is.

I have just made a leap of faith to take on a second church, a very different church from the one I now serve. THe decision was made quickly, an act more of faith than sense. A lot of my life and time and work is rearranging around me and I am waiting for it all to make sense.

I am surrounded by love in my life, and in a very real way, that love has healed me and brought me this far in life.

From these thoughts, this poem. I wish I remember where I took the picture, but I do not.

Tom