To Build the Golden Chrysalis

Sept. 8, 2011

I would like when I walk through the final door

To remember all things beautiful and true,

With no regrets sail to a unknown shore

And blue horizons as your eyes were blue.

Though when you left a part of me left too.

Now age upon me comes and fierce my toil

Still incomplete with battles to be won,

Fought on hard and unforgiving soil.

The feeling persists – I have not yet begun

Nor inward turned to greet the inner sun,

Aware so clearly now that I must seek

The golden chrysalis to build, prepare.

This work of change is not for the timid or weak

Who fear to climb the steep and narrow stair

And meet the Mother in all Her glory there.