The lighthouse stands firm,
a glowing tower of forgiveness,
on the edge of a vast and dangerous sea
that beckons me beyond the border,
its liminal presence a reminder
of all that holds me to this ground
and all that waits for me in the water.
The sea wind chills my face.
The cliff edge drops off
marking this spot as the end of a journey,
the place beyond which I can no longer go
by the same means that carried me here.
Seagulls float by on unseen currents
seeking nourishment in the same waves
that now carry my wandering spirit away.
The shoreline, shaped by tiny, treacherous forces
over a millennia, puzzle my body and soul together
as the white foam swells glisten in the light
with each new break on the rocky shoals.
To place oneself at the mercy of the world...
does this idea soothe you or frighten you?
I stand in the same towering glow
facing all that I have yet to forgive
knowing I cannot take another step until
I place myself at the mercy of this world.
Here, at this moment, in this place, I am
present and accountable to all things.
Photo, Poem and Recital © 2016 Nick LeForce
Questions to ponder:
Have you arrived at the place where you can no longer go by the same means that got you there?
For the baby boomer generation, this point may be called "retirement!"
Are you present and accountable to all things in your life?
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