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
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