It’s good to not know;
to look up at the sky to wonder
where the clouds are coming from,
to stare at the clock ticking its way to the night and the stars,
to mark circles on the calendar,
to flip through the empty pages of the passport
Who. Where. What. When.
Hoping and wanting,
holding on and letting go
I don’t know how courage gets ignited,
how it pierces through the fog of fear
and burns to shine.
It warms up the heart;
Hands held into two strong fists,
Time takes questions after questions.
—into the mystery I walk in.
I know this victory:
The exceedingly magnificent breath of joy,
the silver lining through the silence
of grey suffering, the green and white collage
It is near you.
So close to you
—I will keep whispering.
Here’s to the deep and rich time from the past,
the weaving of our lives that will be brought back in our hands once more.
Here’s to the unknown and sacred future,
the adventures that will take us to meet and trust and live.
It’s good to not know.