Drops of Dust

How do you weave together the threads
of the past
with the threads of what you
hope will be the future?
How do you blend what has been
with what you hope will be?

In a world of infinite questions and empty answers,
a world of complexities and sadness,
a place where heart and mind engage in perpetual strife,
a world where there are so few certainties....
how do you find your purpose?

How must you define your life?
How do you shape your destiny?
How do you make hope a reality?
The impossible, possibile?

If destiny is yours to shape,
your future yours to decorate,
your life yours to populate,
your dreams yours to make real....
is any destiny possible?

Is the destiny your heart yearns and pines for,
yours
to create?

Am I the sculptor of what is to come?
Will the beat of my heart one day be the beat of my life?

Time will tell.