It Is Time

As I sit and listen to the silence,
I try to decipher my soul's whispered secrets
and to transcribe the healing visions of my heart.
Some days I settle in and the words simply flow.
But sometimes I have to wait
for the chaotic energy to quell
before the right words can be ushered
into my mind.

This delay is commonly a sign
that I have to reset the equilibrium
of doing and being.
So today, I must wait...and wait.
And as my focus shifts back within,
as I reattune my awareness
to the rhythm of my heart
and to the cadence of my breath,
I hear that it is time for me to trust my wings;
that it is time for me to take flight.
My dawn has arrived and it is time.

I feel I am being told
that I have successfully completed
all of the prerequisites needed
for the next leg of my journey,
that my convictions are now steadfast.
My heart is assuring me that
I have, at last, accepted my deservingness
and relinquished my obsession
with being the martyr.
My soul is confirming that
I have finally internalized
the idea that I have indeed, chosen this life
and the hardships it has entailed,
and that I now know myself to be a soul,
the soul that chose this storyline,
not the person who seemed to have suffered so. 

Given this, they tell me,
it is time to soar into your sweet, crisp dawn,
with a song of faith and hope in your heart;
this song will keep your wings strong
and your sight sure.

My heart and soul remind me
to call on my angels and guides
whenever I sense a brewing storm.
They tell me, "you are ready,
you are ready for everything!"