The Day Has Come

a person reaching their arms up looking out at a sunrise

Written by, Anonymous

The day has come to take an accounting of my life. Have I dreamed of late of the person I want to be, of the changes I would make in my daily habits, in the way I am with others? Have I reviewed my vision of the world I want to live in? I who am my own kind of needy person have been afraid of visions. Have I faced up to the needs I really have, not for comforts which shelter my unsureness? I need to come in touch with my own power, not titles, possessions, money, or high praise, but the power that is mine. So strong that I can risk the love of someone else, so sure, that I can risk to change the world. And I know that even if it all comes crashing down, I shall survive it all. Saddened a bit, shaken perhaps, not unvisited by tears. But my dreams shall not crash down, my visions not go glimmering. So long as I have breath, I know I have the strength to transform what I can be to what I am.

Published in A New Leaf – October 1991

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