Like a compass for the new year,
You’ll find words that catch your heart,
Depths that have yet to be understood,
Hidden.
Until the quiet of your stillness
And months of living
Reveal their meanings.
They might travel for miles and miles with you,
Wrapped in stories the whole year through
And then you’ll see why, back then,
they caught you as they did.
So when you hear a word
That sticks up under your ribs, tingling within,
A word dripping with gravity,
Pay attention.
As monarchs know their flight path
Generations before and after
So are you following
Your sacred journey.
Attune your heart
To a knowing beyond yourself,
Asking you to trust a future
Bent toward promises
That the whole of the story is for you,
The whole of the story is good.
