I'm not so afraid anymore..
have I mentioned it?

the world is unfolding,
shifting, different.
and You are my grace
Unfolding, new.

All is unfolding.

Ahead, on the horizion,
I think I hear Your voice

It says
I
remember
everything

(--We wrote
those poems
together)

All my life,
i've been waiting
without knowing it
-for rest

There was that walk
through the trees
up the hill, where my friends
stayed. -It's perhaps
like that. the sandy dirt,
 the sun on my arms
I was loved and I loved

I don't know how to tell
 how it feels like now, maybe
I won't go back the way
I came

How i can sit here at the table,
thinking about the future,
grateful.