Helping Hands

The well worn road
that snakes behind me
stands cluttered
with chapters
of my story
intermingling
with those of my
supporting cast.

Obscured by
rainbow colored dust
of lessons learned
lie all the necessary
remnants of
where I have been.

Yet...
Hidden within
the wells of
the deepest shadows
cast by
weeping willows of sorrow
shines a brilliant light.

It is only now
in this brief moment
of rumination
along my journey
that I understand.

It was your hand in mine
gently guiding
and always supportive
which has been
the spark
of this subtle illumination.

Beyond
the random tangle
of overgrown weeds
spawned from chaos
I see your caring eyes.

Ever Watchful...

Never Judging...

And I notice
camouflaged within
the twisted maze of
gnarled branches
nurtured to maturity
by selfish actions
and apathy,

Your strong arms
which have always
been at the ready
to steady me
and set me back
on my feet
after every stumble.

As I stand here now
my feet resting comfortably
in greener pastures
bathed in the setting suns
comforting rays of warmth
I am filled
with a consuming love
and eternal gratitude
for all you have been.

In wonderment
my eyes scan
a future not yet known
to a place
miles before the horizon
and come to rest
upon the cusp
of my paths convergence

And fall upon you...

A golden silhouette
of promise and dreams.

And I know
we will journey further
through sweet smelling flowers
of calmer meadows...

Together