No limit, no dead end road
all things, one dreams, all ideas
could happen–
on me, if I think I can
if I move beyond the limits
the old voices and me put in the way;
if I believe in all that I am
and all that I am

Listening to that voice
deep inside, whispering at the dawn
what is possible, what could be—
if I move away from the limits,
the fences I thought were there—
if I move, instead, into my dreams,
into what my heart knows is

Yet, first, I must listen to that deepness inside,
I must
and decide, in my soul,
to change

–Neal Lemery, 4/25/2014.

Possibility in the Air



It was Book Day.  I found myself in a college book store, with a young man I’ve been helping a bit, getting him started in college, helping him move along a bit in his life, starting something he’s been dreaming about, something that’s scary, too.


The unknown ahead is always a bit scary.  Something new, untried, unfamiliar.  Even if stepping ahead, out of one’s comfort zone, is a good thing, part of me wants to hold back, be cautious and safe.  There is a bit of doubt, “I am not good enough for that.”


Book Day breaks me out of that old cycle, that rut of thinking that I can’t move forward.  It is a day overcome with newness, of learning, of growing, getting out of my rut.


I wandered around the aisles, looking at shelves bulging with textbooks on every subject in the college catalog.  I have to be careful, or I’d be buying a few for myself.  I always find something in a bookstore that I’d like to read, especially if I don’t get graded on what I read.  But, I could slip in after the bell, find a seat in the back row, and get myself lost in the lecture, taking notes, feeling the juices in my brain flowing with excitement, all the new ideas.


The student was having fun, too, finding his books, filling up his basket with what he was going to be studying this term, enjoying that thrill of a new adventure, new challenges.  I caught him humming a happy tune, as he was perusing a book.  The sparkle in his eyes told me his story today.  He was moving ahead, living his dream.


The best part of book day is that sense of adventure, and discovery.  All the newness of the day:  classes, professors, students, books, and, especially, new ideas.  So many doors to be opened, so much opportunity.


Today, there are no limits, no restrictions on what may lie ahead.


Possibility fills the air, and I breathe it in deeply.


Neal Lemery 9/8/2013



Just at the last bit of night,
all that you will become dawns on me–
I hear your voice and see your face in the new day’s light
and imagine you,
emerging into your now adult life.

You, somewhere else now, awaken and start
your day, fresh, strong, prepared finally —
new challenges, new tasks, a new way
of living free, self determined,
on your own.

No longer tied down to the old ways
free, now, to move ahead, making your own path
and finding your own future,
just like we had talked, just like we had both
dreamt, not that long ago.

I do not mourn our past, together, watching you
take those steps that have led to where you are now,
for I knew this day was coming, this is now your destiny.

You, now, all grown and strong, find your own way,
blossoming into who
you are meant to be, in all your strength and brilliance,
so clear to me, those possibilities, the first day I met you.

You hadn’t realized, then, what you could become,
what you will do,
this promising morning,
until you took a good look in the mirror
of your soul.

The tree in the front of the yard is about to bloom,
the metaphor for you, now, roots solid in the ground,
limbs reaching up to the sky, and blossoms
ready to open
to all that is good,
all this that has become

—- Neal Lemery, April 2013