Past

I remember a time not long ago
When life was so beautiful
So precious.
I remember a time so recently
When love seemed possible
Within reach.
I remember a time last year
When I realized life was a magical gift
So undeserved.
I remember a time in the spring
When anything seemed possible
Hopes and faith were high.
I remember a time where days filled with tea and conversations
Nights with beautiful sunsets and starry skies and warm breezes.
Everything was new.

Now I just hold on to a hope for love
To the knowledge that life is precious
To the certainty that life and love are magical
To the fact that all things are possible...

And holding to the faith that His promises will come true. Not in my timing, but in His.