Days of My Life

By Adrian Plass   

The sun
The moon
The stars
Hung high in heaven for my delight
Mysterious gifts
A mobile that will draw my hands
My eyes, my life
Will teach me shape and fill my heart with wonder and with smiling 

I watch
Frightened
Helpless
But secretly willing
As my foot rises, moving forward with my weight
And I realise
That at last
I am going to walk

There is not space
In this round world
To fling my hands
My heart my body
They are rockets
I will fire them to the edges of the universe
To circle and to race the flying planets
In the star-bedazzled cosmos of my spirit

One road only now
It must not be the one that I have travelled
I try, I tried, but walls rise up
And strong, unyielding voices tell me
Onward is the way, you may not stand
The broad and narrow paths, all choice has vanished with the days
One road only now
I sometimes fear what I may find

Always in the past
Autumn was the richest time
But now I stumble in the fallen leaves
My body and my heart are frail
I have mislaid the magic
And imagination’s power
Warm confidence that winter’s coldest, darkest hour
Contains within its heart the hidden fire of Spring