The Grace of a Woman

This was given to me during our A Course in Miracles study group last Sunday. My fellow student said that as she read it, she thought of me. I like it. I can relate to it. I thought I'd share it with you.

(P.S. I have no idea who wrote it.)

Comes the Dawn
After a while you learn the subtle difference
between holding a hand and chaining a soul.

And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
and company doesn't mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises,
and you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open.
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
and learn to built all your roads on today,
because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans,
and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

After a while you learn that even the sunshine
burns if you get too much.

So you plant your own garden and decorate
your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to
bring your flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure...
That you really are strong
and you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn...
With every goodbye, you learn.