feathers scattered across my bedroom,
across ideas and sketches and books half read.
the sparrow at the foot of my bed,
the cat complacent, asleep on a chair.
and yet, the way of things.
peace is not the natural order;
the lion does not lie down with the lamb,
at least not if the lamb was raised right.
breathe into your struggle and soldier on.
dress warmly if the battleground is cold,
prepare for sleepless nights.
learn the patterns of the stars,
keep a compass in your pocket.
it is up to you.
true north is thataway
and it is uphill.
it will not be easy
but it will be fun.
you will find places in your soul you didn't know were there,
your heart will grow big with the constant climbing
and fill with memories and loves and secrets
and have room left over for more.
you have my word.