Passages

Movement from one point
to another-
a pause
and
movement from the next point
to another-

Our lives are passages...
quiet gentleness moving into
peaceful rain
which soon torrents from the heavens-
lightening and thunder clash,
tension mounts
and
suddenly no where is safe.

Winter passages bring blizzards-
as our rain
becomes heavy with cold,
piling up
thick, stark white around us-
sometimes freezing
and turning our lives into a barren tundra.

Always the sun comes-
and our passages move on-
snow melts, cleansing our frozen hearts
with green grass
and soft purple violets
gently heralding a new resting spot.

Passages scare us-
for they are marked
with growth and pain-
it hurts to be
so cold,
so wet,
so barren,
so not at home.

Yet, it is through our life passages
that we experience
the core of co-creation-

We must not bulldoze through them
or attempt to shut out
the pain,
cold,
wet...

We must be gentle,
patient and watchful,
open, willing and present-
for, when the snow melts
and the rain stops,
we need to be at home enough
to appreciate
the violets.

-- Margie Wherritt