Opening The Blind - Poem by Laurence Overmire
I am. Today. At last.
A new me
Opens his eyes
The first light of morning breaks
The long night is over.
The past is past
Infusing my life’s blood with wisdom
Those who have deceived
Those who have hurt
Those who have betrayed
Those who love
Those who give
Those who know
These I embrace
On a road not taken.
The future beckons
With possibility. And challenge.
But the present. Ah, Today. Now. This moment.
The deep breath of being.
This day. This time.
(Previously published in Ascent Magazine, Winter 2000)
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