Tomorrow Will Bring
Tomorrow Will Bring
I do not know what tomorrow will bring –
it is too bright to see beyond the horizon of today.
Yes, of course, I can see snarly little obstacles waiting
to trip me up
or weight me down with sheer numbers,
but these I am learning to step around
or to leap over.
When I do, they usually disappear.
And, yes, I see large gnarly demons eager to eat me alive,
or quash me where I stand, or as I run,
but these I am learning to look dead in the eye
and call by name.
They do not like it when I do this.
Then they shrink to a size I can carry out with the trash
or, at the very least, can bear without breaking my back.
I also see the face of Spirit,
smiling,
always smiling,
on my brilliant horizon.
Her smile is warm and wide as daybreak
when I remember to count my blessings
and move forward,
sharing love.
Her smile is wistful and sad
when I am mired within myself
and walk in fear.
But Spirit smiles either way,
never relinquishing hope for me,
for she can see
the possibilities in my soul
even when I forget
they’re there.
(A poem for Sharon from Chip with love, Sept. 11, 2001)
Chip Womick wrote this poem for his wife, Sharon, on the morning of Sept. 11, 2001, before he heard the news about planes crashing into the World Trade Center in New York City, the Pentagon in Arlington, Va., and a field in Pennsylvania.
