Limits

My deja vu, circles and changing times.
I have great things and bad things.
My human limits is like an aging sprinter coming up
from the other side of the hill.

My wife is priceless for her endurance,
running this far with me. If she were my coach,
she would have let me go. Instead,
I have forgiveness in life's unforgiving rush.

The journey had been long, sometimes painful.
There are times of quiet joy, of quiet sorrow,
of fear, of disappointments, and uncertainty.
But, in love's Venn diagrams, they don't intersect.

I recall like a toddler, I walked with love
even with wobbling knees, unafraid to fall
for the arms, waiting on the other end
has a clear commanding voice.

This morning, mist and fog covered my steps-
I may stumble and fall. Yet I will walk on,
until I reach the hands that will grasp it,
measuring not the speed of my pace

But the warmth from it.
Measuring not the distance covered,
only that it was traversed with love
rising despite my human limits.