Arriving

A woman I know has recently started a blog that's very moving and well written. For Lent, she is reading a poem a day and commenting on each poem. In one of her early entries, she mentions the poem below. To hear the author read the poem go here. For me, even though the video and poem are very sad, they are also very encouraging.

The Journey

Above the mountains

the geese turn into

the light again

Painting their

black silhouettes

on an open sky.

Sometimes everything

has to be

inscribed across

the heavens

so you can find

the one line

already written

inside you.

Sometimes it takes

a great sky

to find that

small, bright

and indescribable

wedge of freedom

in your own heart.

Sometimes with

the bones of the black

sticks left when the fire

has gone out

someone has written

something new

in the ashes of your life.

You are not leaving

you are arriving.