the Old One :: a poem

When I look back on this day do I see 

a sea of smiling faces
because I smiled first, 
a forest of soul-filled conversations 
because I took the time to listen,
a world of heartfelt hugs 
because I opened my arms, 
a field of hopeful hearts 
because I used words of hope?

I see the Old One 
dwelling deep inside. 
I feel the Old One
inviting me to pause, 
offering me the wisdom
that flows through my being, 
the wisdom I already possess. 

                                        -- Karen Ewan