Turning Point

Turning Point

I turn away from childish things –
of fairy-tales and puppy dog wings.

Of holding on to a dream long gone,
or a hope that vanished when I was young.

I turn away from a plan awry
No longer afraid, not needing to try

To be phony, perfect, quiet or nice
Authentic and honest will now suffice

To help me turn around and see
The world is open and now about me

In ways to serve, to laugh, to heal
Sometimes painful, always real.

Grateful for all the ways I tried
For now I know I needn’t have lied

To myself in ways that kept me bound
To thoughts that tied me to the ground

Away I fly to sites unknown
And I can do it on my own

The Turning Point has come and gone
And unafraid, I carry on.

Relieved, unburdened, expansive, healed
Trajectory new, yet not concealed

Just waiting for me to quiet my mind
As my heart reveals the treasures I’ll find.

With my thanks, and my trust, and my faith and my love.
I listen each moment for guidance above.

Turning in, turning toward, tuning in, turning to,
The closer I get to me, I find You.