Now Is the Time
Now is the time to take off the mask and open your eyes,
to look into the face of darkness,
to step out of the muddy ruts and forge ahead.
Now is the time to shake the dust from your heart,
to open the back door and let the gypsies in,
to welcome home the cast of characters you left behind long ago.
Now is the time to hear the sweet sound of solitude,
to put on the coat you know you’ll never outgrow,
to move on firm ground and arrive at the place that is yours.
—Ms. Diane Janes-Tucker
--the BB
1 comment:
There's that window again. :-)
Lovely poem.
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