Part II – Opening a Window

today she wakes
and looks in the mirror
again
she notices first
that she is not alone
there, in the reflected layers of her life
a reunion of all who have walked with her
loved with her
laughed and cried with her
survived with her
leaving pieces of their own hearts, like beacons
along the path she now travels
softly focused, each smile touches her soul
some, instantly recognizable
familiar and loved faces of those who have made a difference in her life
how could she have forgotten?
others are strangers, unknown and unmet
but she hears them whisper…
you have made a difference in ours
how could she have known?
so many
she never realized
the power of one
but she feels its truth in the swelling of her heart

she feels him there
she doesn’t have to seek him out
in every layer, his is the brightest light
drawing her back through each layer
back and back and back to their beginning
he shows her and whispers to her heart…
“this is how you’ll always be to me; this is how I’ll always be to you”
he takes her hand and moves forward
she sees the evolution of their lives
the birth of their greatest joy
great gains and greater losses
buds of youth giving way to blossoms of senescence
destined to fall from the tree of life
as all things must
closer and closer and closer
to this moment of here and now
he shows her and whispers to her heart…
“I am and always will be”
“You are and have always been”
“Nothing else matters”
“Nothing will ever change that”

she turns, eyes bright with unshed tears
she sees
lines deep beside her smiling mouth
she knows
love’s power surging through her veins
she feels
whole

then…
she opens the window

14 thoughts on “Part II – Opening a Window

  1. Wonderful words Rhonda. How do we ever grasp the mystery of the influence of one soul over another? This differentiation and oneness in life is itself a beautiful mystery. Thanks again for your marvellous words.

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    • Thanks for your wonderful comment Don. Unless it’s pointed out to us by those we have touched, and vice versa…we just don’t see it, nor how far reaching that connection really is.

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  2. I am in tears of gratitude and joy Rhonda – I cannot thank you enough. I spent the afternoon with Ants and was actually feeling like this before I even read the beautiful poem – uncanny. Love you Julie xxxx

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