I Will
“I will” is effortless,
as light as air, on
a sunny morning
with roses blooming.
But in the wink of an eye
the sky turns dark and cold,
and frosted petals
fall to the ground.
But grace, incomprehensible,
protects those two syllables,
preserving them in present tense.
You and I, we’re writing a book,
and in this book,
no matter how long or short it is,
every page starts with “I will.”