A sure step
Hang a star in the sky
Recognize true north
and continue the ascent
No longer dead weight.
Joy pushes me playfully
From behind and
I stumble, but
Do not fall.
I feel her hand on my back
And the imprint remains,
A deliciously warm spot
Between angel wings.
Companions on the journey,
My soul friend arises before me
And welcomes the day and the climb,
Her beckoning finger
An eternal invitation to dance!
(c) Janice Masters 2014
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