I was in Chicago to attend a spiritual conference. Marianne and I had met in Illinois many years before, and now, being back by myself, there were many memories … I arrived the day before the conference began and went for a walk. There was a special energy of connection with Marianne, and words for a poem started to come together in my mind.
Beginning How do I begin, my love? Where will I find the words? Walking the streets of the city of your birth I have shed many tears I remember our trips together Our happy times, just the two of us And here I am alone Walking the streets of the city I feel like an exile And I yearn for home... You spoke of our little life together. That touched my heart My grand ambitions seem so empty Yet they kept their hold on me. Am I ready to let them go? Can I have discovered the beginning of our new life together? Can it really be true That we’ve only just begun?