The New Horizon - Kay Crista

[Larry Robinson]

The New Horizon


There’s a storm coming
the air changes subtly
something inside
shifts
turns
twists toward a new horizon

Sleepers awake
change is at our doors
promising a new deal
and all our comforts
wither 
in the misery
of our reluctance

Fear anger grief
calling us 
from our couches and beds
screens cocktails jobs
our desperate diversions
May we find the courage
each day to welcome 
this new horizon
even meet with gladness
whatever strange guest
may arrive at our door

No one can rob
what I have offered
freely
No one can strip me
of what is most essential

I love what is
even 
when it’s devastation
everything made sacred
by my welcoming

	
- Kay Crista