Fifty Years

the distance, there to here
is immense
changes wrought
along a journey
we didn’t realize had begun
change is subtle
tiny adjustments, happening
always
altering space, time, heart
like a Divine Pointillist
painting the story of your life
still, all time serves His purpose
the moments collect faster
revealing an image
only in rear view
it’s best we can’t connect the points
until distance gives perspective
our hearts might freeze with fear
even the lines framing
those deep pools of experience
answer to that Painter
as our face emerges again and again
looking back, we are surprised
and affirmed
the distance still remarkable
the surprises still unexpected
as the remnants of a hopeful optimism
reappear from the points
dotting those fifty years