I can’t tell you the answers,
you are you and I am me
and though we have similarities,
we are each unique
in the totality of human history.

I can tell you a story
both true and imaginary, and you
might borrow a word or reference or two
as a missing piece in your own complexity.

You might weave one of my threads
into the new tapestry you are creating
and if it seems just right
you would keep it with my blessing.
Always it is you doing the choosing.

If you want it to work
but it does not, I would hope
you’d keep on searching.
For you will recognize in whatever guise
what is you and what is not
even if you temporarily forget.

You are beauty incarnate.
You are radiant love.
You are light playing on the river at sunrise.
And even in occasional despair,

try to remember.

Margaret Dubay Mikus
© 2010

From Thrown Again into the Frazzle Machine