Life Is a Bracelet

There are so many things that have yet to be done Before I fall asleep when my race has been won, There are so many instances I can put right Before I can walk softly with you in the light, There’s are still many knots to take out of the rope Before I can relinquish my doubts to my hope, And though I am just human, my soul is a chain Of floral remembrances caught in the rain. Life is a bracelet, a daisy chain vow More a promise I’ve taken from then until now, A lane leading onward through nights and through days With so many strange songs and so many strange ways, Yet although I once limped through each hope and each dream Looking back into shadows, they still held a gleam, And sunrises before me hold more than sunsets For daisy chain petals are much more than bracelets. There’s a church by a stream in an island of calm Where sometimes I pray, or at least sing a psalm, And its door’s open wide to the world and its wife Like a beautiful page in the writings of life, I often sit down on a bench by the stream To peruse through my poetry, and to daydream, As my moments read with me from poetry’s song And in those calm moments, I feel I belong…