Oracle

Artwork: I Have Many Secrets - Chad Merritt, 2009

i gaze up
at the
darkening
sky
and smile:

i see
the paths
that fate
sets up,
the paths
that lead
hither
and
thither,
those wending
ways,
those weirding
ways
where all
creation
dares to,
needs to,
seeks to
go.

i stand
on the
cusp,
the very
origin
of destiny:

the moon
waxes, wanes, withers...
another
year
passes.

where do i
go,
what do i
do?

i cannot
see,
cannot
discern
the path
but am
grateful
for the
hands,
the
eyes
who guide me.

another year
has passed,
another set
of scores
settled,
tears shed,
gifts given,
gifts received,
lives taken,
lives given

and a love
that burned
brightly
burns brighter
still.

is this
the year,
is this
the time?

i stand
at the cusp,
the very origin
as the
rain
begins to
fall;

its patter
echoing
your name
over and
over and
over...