Stepping Stones


Without backward glance
in sunlight, she looks toward tomorrow
with smiles like a breeze
on warmer days than these.

Little things give silent strength

a harmony of accepting that
which is…


Past is past.

The beat of one moment hangs on
fragile lines in a spider-web
along the strands of time.

Those souls we touch
are but stepping stones

we are the stepper
we are the stone

always moving forward
to fulfill our destiny.

Yesterdays fantasies turn to dust
in tenuous reflections from
the living stream
where we all play center stage
in this prelude to infinity.


© Daydreamer Too        *All rights reserved


Just some thoughts on how opportunity knocks. Sometimes we are the stepper and others who touch our lives ensure that we move forward and, sometimes we are the stone, which in turn allows others who touch our lives to go forward from their having met us.

Shared at: Jenny Matlock Saturday Centus within the stone

and at Jingle Poetry Pot Luck
And: Sunday Scribblings 272 – Opportunity

Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada.

12 thoughts on “Stepping Stones”

  1. I’m having trouble leaving a comment here. I don’t use my facebook account so I hope this doesn’t mess things up.

    I loved your imagery here and the feeling that these words just flowed out of your soul.


    Your writing skills are so impressive.

  2. Is a simple WOW enough? What an excellent bit of writing you’ve done here! I am impressed and the poem is so touching. I could ramble on, but is WOW enough?

  3. How well you remind us that we are one and that we must work together. Your poem is so beautiful and the photo illustrates it perfectly! Hugs, pat

  4. This is a well worded reminder that we must move forward or we stagnate. I’m for embracing change, wading right into it. Beautiful poem.


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