As I journeyed on my course of life –
I looked back to a littered path of broken pieces – hewn away from once cherished dreams.
What were to be the building blocks of an envisioned monument called “beautiful life” now lay strewn, slashed, bashed, and crumbled.
They were fragments from my entangled emotions and botched outlooks.
Decaying gold was all I saw along the road I traveled.
There were no sunny skies of realized passions – no beating, bright, hearts of splendor.
The view was heartbreaking, disconcerting, and unnerving.
I mused upon the forlorn, ashen, disenchanted view and wept.
Yet, in a flash,
A hopeful expectation arose, and my view was redirected.
Now, instead of crumbled debris there was a path that was clear – full of life and light.
I was pushed ahead, farther and faster down the path.
I was maneuvered so deftly away from the brokenness that its remains were nowhere in sight.
My view of the trail behind me and in front of me was clear.
The Light, Power, and Love had moved me away from the evident defeats.
~ Kim Cline 2018