To My Skeptic 30-Year-Old Self
A Poem by Kay Weinkauf
when you reach the wondrous year of 2035
you will chuckle and chortle more often than you cry
bitterness will be exchanged
for peace that cannot be rearranged
by change, challenge, or circumstance
having mastered the delicate dance
of under pressure maintaining grace
and securing silence as your sacred space
reviewing the promises of the Beatitudes
your newly grasped name will be gratitude
when met with trial and tribulation
depart you will on a prayerful vacation
having pulled the voluminous victory valance
meditation will rightfully restore balance
then after, back to reality shall you snap
assured that this is merely a feather in your cap
the cap of courage, compassion, and confidence
you no longer hold to chance and coincidence
your daring destiny claimed as once foretold
branded beautiful—brave—brilliant—bold
to joyously persevere through pain and strife
That is the high calling on your life
and with each battle won—each passed test
know, sometimes peace wins the war, and even the radical find rest
relax, Beloved, for when you reach your fifty mark
the matches you strike now will have just begun to spark
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