Autumn is a special season for me. For one thing, there are a number of anniversaries, including Marianne’s and my wedding anniversary, my mother’s birthday, Marianne’s mother’s birthday. And my birthday, which was yesterday! And next year will be my eightieth birthday. Yet i honestly don’t feel old! Sometimes I ponder the question to a child, “what do you want to be when you grow up?”
A few years ago on an early Sunday afternoon, after seeing a young baby at Quaker Meeting in the morning, I was walking in a favorite park, and this poem came to me.
Young Soul Sometimes a small shift can open the heart Again I had felt heavy and sad I yearned for the feeling of lightness of being Then came a gentle voice Suggesting I let go my expectations Just continue my walk and it will be well. I saw a young pine tree just slightly taller than me And a tiny blue dragonfly Already my heart felt a little lighter Then I realized I could let go an activity It came on an impulse, but it can wait I continued my stroll in the forest And thought of young life And my own young soul And greater peace came to my heart.
I hope you had a lovely special day. Your writing makes me take pause in my own life and look deeper at my surondings. Nature is looked upon so lovely through your words. Happy Birthday!
Thank you so much, Joanna! I had a nice day 🙂
Beautiful Bob. I really enjoyed this poem.