At This Turning of Providence
My dependence on walking cane,
makes me older than my 80++ age,
I wish I could walk more than sit for hours,
Enjoy the walk along the ocean shore and greet the waves.
I would love to be an active adult,
Dance in the parties, swing few shots at pickleball game.
The time of Providence has come,
The desire is overwhelming, heart is full of hope.
There was a time I thought I knew
the shape and purpose of my course,
but a door closed soft, unseen,
and set my pulse to new rhythms.
I wait in transition for dawn to reveal a golden path,
guided by hope to avoid the easy route
and embrace whatever form it takes.
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