No. 112

Prayer flags battered by the wind: 

In my heart there seems no relief

From the Belief 

That I must find some foothold on this night

Which seems the opposite of light.

Clinging to thoughts

Like pieces of frayed colored cloth:

These weapons of choice

Are impotent against the power of Life

They give no comfort and no advice...

So I listen to despair, my well-known friend,

And let go into the dark,

As my eyes, filled with tears,

Take in the stars

And they, in return, take me in.

Then despair, or hope disguised,

Turns to more colors of light

Than human eyes 

Could presume to know

As Truth beyond sight 

Deep in the night glows:

I am not only the prayer I breathe, I am the wind that carries it.

I am not only the stars I see, I am the skies that house them.

I am light, I am dark, and I am everything in between.

I am buffeted and beaten by the winds of Time and yet

I am the Love that tumbles on beyond it!

I breathe the Earth and it breathes me:

I am Artist, hear me sing!

Listen to me write! Watch me be!

And you will know

That you, too, are home 

To the Wind and the Stars

And the Sun and the Night,

And that who you are

Goes beyond every Plight

For who could fight

The Wind

And Win

When the Wind is Who You Are?

I dedicate this poem to the Tech Prep and W.A.L.I. members who so inspired me! Reach for the stars, for stars are what you are!  Love, Rebecca