May Your Landings be Soft

When the losses stack up
and you can't bear to count
all the ways these things are
not at all what you want;

when the roadway ahead
rises high toward the sky
and the road is so rough
you've a struggle to try;

when your deck's been a shuffle
and you're dizzy from that
and your head doesn't know
one day next from the past;

just stay calm in the moment,
may you waltz to this verse,
may the music of thunder
make things better, not worse.

May the rains come down gently,
may the clouds blow away,
may your landings be soft,
may you rise to the day.

©Christine Salkin Davis, 2019


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