30 Years

30 Years

My bare feet have left stepping stones in their wake
that make a mosaic path of memory back to birth cry.
In thirty years I hold childhood games, lessons, and friends.
I walked among giants with imaginations and hearts I yet aspire to,
I learned the words of the Spirit’s rising hymn
and have lifted my own voice in the choir.
Worry and fear have wrestled with me
but I tumbled out of the melee on top, confident in a soul forged by
dreams, love, faith, and fire.
I met sisters and brothers who came to me first as friends
but are now knit into my skin as a circle of colors,
And against the backdrop of these decades
was the meeting of two minds and hearts
who chose love and life together before God.
From nervous girl to woman proud, I have crossed many rivers,
And in their reflection I see the tale I’ve been telling strong through
deep roots and a learning song.
 
 
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