Epiphany

Inspired by themes in Rose, Martin and Stephen's poems.

Epiphany

To paraphrase an old song,

my sight has no impediment,

now that the rain has gone,

my focus crystallised,

what will come will come,

future’s fog weaved on horizon’s loom,

had obscured what’s right in front of me,

but with the first rays of morning sun,

your love cast its warming light,

lifted the haze and melted my fear,

your breath the rising breeze,

which parted the clouds of wasted worry,

your soft touch the guide,

back to the here and now

and gratitude for what I have.