For years my expectations, I thought, were reciprocal.
I trusted and was disappointed.
I loved and lack the power to create love.
I wandered aimlessly along a narrow path thinking I would eventually end up where I needed to be.
I was disappointed! I just ended up There …
On a path so destitute of the essentials, the very essence of Life.
I got there and no one was with me.
I called and longed for connection, but no one called or connected.
I found a place by a pond, but the water was so stagnant that I couldn’t see my face.
I saw very little foliage.
I fought the good fight of hope.
My hope was deferred and it made my heartsick!
Then one day I noticed a winding path.
It was only a short distance from me.
I decided I had to leave the path I was on, even though it had a pond.
There were flowers on that path and small rivers of water.
I sat by one of the streams and sung an unfamiliar melody.
It was lovely. The notes seemed to float above my head.
I love this path. Winding as it may be, I rather sit by the streams and see a reflection of me in a place called here.
