Facing Tomorrow

And though I dream,

and can see,

the opening that is the future

moves to elude me.

And though I hope

and yet fear,

I sail on into that day.

Through the current I steer.

And though I yearn

and seek love,

layers of fear cover me,

like the feathers of a dove.

And through all this,

and perhaps more,

light grows inside me

with the courage to open the Door