happens…
storms come, destroying everything
behind me. the moon comes out, and
i find another fork in the path.
voices whisper, and tell me it’s
going to be all right… just keep
walking…
i find i own nothing, not even the
clothes on my back… my memories,
merely twigs for the fire.
and what i thought i knew, no more
than tiny sparks in the darkness…
so letting go, i move on…
tired, and weary, too often alone…
i want to pray, but keep looking inward.
i stop to rest, and look up… that same
star from long ago… my spirit humming,
i rise up and go…
tonite, tomorrow, perhaps the end is near,
perhaps far… and i’ve come to know…
that life is but the journey!