Poem--Rise Softly

I can hear the fan overhead spinning with the sound of cars in the distance almost fading into the current of the rivers.  It is a beautiful night with palm branches swaying and I am tucked away in a small bamboo bungalow. Trying not to contemplate the meaning of things in philosophical terms...a knowing passes through me to write:
 
We can never be truly
prepared for anything
When its time we can only
harness
what experience has taught us and
pray for the spirit to know
what to do  to
move forward
one day at a time--sometimes
one breath and
pray and
practice and
breathe and
when we are able to
 open again after loss or change
live and find reasons to
rejoice again
in
the little things
the peace
the calm
the beauty
that like the thunderbird
rise softly like smoke from the ashes.