Morning shadows

The sun has chased away the shadows of evening. The moon long hidden in

the waves of light. So too my night of shadows has disappeared and only to be seen behind me every once in awhile. 

So many endless sunrises ahead of me. Hans dwells in a place where there is no night. 

How the wild the earth seems now, a wilderness indeed. Like Pilgrim’s wife, I travel alone with only my children in tow. Will they make it through the long dark night. Will I? 

Even in beauty there is a sting. 

We too are traveling to the celestial city. I know the way but not the perils therein. I embark upon my lonely boat with only the ghost of St. Brendan to guide me. I wonder what blue lagoons we will chance upon. Or see the marlins dance in yonder depths. 

Oh what I would give for a firm hand right now...one wearing the wedded ring of long ago that was lost in boughs of earth. Pictures make more sense than words. I pick up the oars of life and make my muscles strong...for someone did that once before me. But now it’s my turn at the helm. . . doesn’t matter that I am a woman, used to hiding in the curve of his hip. 

Long the road seems ahead to the horizon. A giant figure stands awaiting.