How would it be to know the future,
to know the path
to see the words before I choke on them
to make a plan most perfect
to have a life without trial
How it would be to side step the sorrow,
to never dry dampened eyes
to avoid the sting
to make a happy life
to have a life without grief
How it would be to hold the details
to all the tomorrows
to see the swell of change unfold
to make the decisive move
to have a premonition of bloom.
How will I work and pray into existence a tomorrow to behold?
by gratitude for the days unfolding
by seeing through the love that has been given even through the grief
by making peace and kindness my banner
by having silence befriend my anxious thoughts.