With no premonition,

No thought of tomorrow,

Suddenly it comes near: a dream.

I see me, but yet not me: it is a new person.

Me— walking with strength,

Me— walking with confidence,

Me— in a shining garment.

Justified.

I look down at my past for a long moment.

I pick up my ragged cloak

And follow Faith.

Fear leans down to whisper,

You?

But I smile,

Because the Power is on my side,

And I say,

Yes, Me.

As I walk

I gaze into the setting sun—

Give me a part of your brightness

To hold in this dark, lest

My limbs freeze and shrivel:

Restoration is a long painful process.

I raise my face into the wind—

Blow away a part of the anguish

That pinches and twists

And makes me to walk

Like an old, old creature.

I turn my ear to the falling water—

Come wash away a part of the grime

That is always on my window!

I want to look out—past this day—

Where Truth waits in a sunny spot.

Betsy