We are walking…slowly, surely, not needing or wanting to look over our shoulders…walking towards the golden near horizon. The bright sun is beaming down as if it understood us and approved of our collective change of heart.
We are walking…watching old men and old women waltzing gracefully in autumn fields, listening to children laughing and running unabashedly on verdant summer lawns…walking towards the valley where the people are singing joyfully. The languid clouds are sailing high above and waltzing and laughing and singing in happy tandem with all of us.
We are walking…throwing open our doors and our hearts and letting foolish cares go free, embracing the wind and reaching for the distant stars…walking, alone and together, with faith, with courage, with the knowledge that strength is at its finest when it need not be used.
We are walking…glorious fools waging peace with all of our might…walking in the soft light of dreams just one heartbeat out of reach.