The Beginning of Me
When I came to the end of myself,
I was at the beginning of me,
Someone different from what I had been,
The man I always wanted to be.
No subtle changes of things large or small,
No wilderness wandering en route to a call,
Just a walk then a leap
Like a stream to the sea at the point of convergence,
The beginning of me.
© Tom Kraft, 2001-07-11