Heart's Calling

I step to the edge,
looking back-
often peering through memory,
to see my groundlessness,
what was and what is yet to come-
does not always come together,
as I thought it would-
it comes often with,
a sudden shift unexpected-
yet once through its passage,
expected…
for what now comes,
to take me-
opens me to the one,
on the inside-
sometimes I hide behind,
the falling apart of it-
waiting for it all,
to pull back together-
but it never does,
it is in that instant,
I can either remain paralyzed-
or move through,
the rising dust of what remains-
let it drift from me,
moving into what-
is waiting for me,
eyes to my horizon-
that lifts light,
within me-
to the newness of me,
to the true love of me.

Author Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg ©