Transition

[Mary Boren]

Deep within the hidden country,
down a road nobody knows,
lined in shades of mystic colors,
violets and indigos,
stands the bridge that spans a distance
deeper than the river flows.
Can you read the cryptic marker?
Do you wonder where it goes?


Only audible in stillness
comes the summons, "Take my hand.
We will cross together." Choices
dance around illusion's strand.
Quickening, yet not awakened,
shedding scents of wonder-land,
on the cusp of Dreamed & Doing,
step into the ampersand.

[Linda Parker]

Mary,
I love the way one is able to apply this to all means of transistion . . . a requirement of faith. Isn't it always like this? The lines I can honestly relate to are:

"Can you read the cryptic marker?
Do you wonder where it goes?"

Oh yeah, how will I know, what do I choose? Like jumping off a cliff sometimes. Your writing seems to make it easier.
More please!!

Linda

[Mary Boren]

Thanks, Linda. Yes, down with second-guessing ourselves. It's a beautiful day here in the ampersand. I'll bring some more poems when the pages between begin to fill up -- I don't want to be the only one posting here. Your turn.

Mary

[Rev. Carla McClellan]

This is such a beautiful poem. I feel my heart expand and warm as I read it. Thank you

[Mary Boren]

I'm glad you enjoyed it, Rev. Carla, and appreciate your saying so.