GLIDE INTO YOUR BEST YEAR YET

by Rose Rosetree

Outside my window, children ride their sleds.
It is the first snow of the year. They shriek

and laugh  at once, a new shine in each voice.
Is it the bright, unearthly gleam of snow

or weather-as-a-toy that thrills them most?
Neither. It is the ease.

A snowy ride downhill is effortless.
For once in life, no pushing is required.
All that you really need to do is steer.
First rides on new snow are spectacular.
If you're like me, though, greater joy by far

comes--Dare I say it?--with the ruts.

Inelegant, I know, is that name "ruts."
Shouldn't there be a better word or two
for those well-practiced, lovely paths through snow?
Each ride goes smoother, faster. Yet you know

you can use your momentum to diverge

(through will or whim) to someplace new.

We co-create with God with the same skills

we use to glide and steer as our sled falls,

except we're going upward. Still, it feels

so easy. Inside, That vibration calls

or else you'll make your choice of sacred hills.
And either way, no matter how you steer,

(c) Copyright 2005 by Rose Rosetree