Young Soul

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.

3 thoughts on “Young Soul”

  1. 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!


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