They say to travel hopefully is better than arriving
though the path to a friend’s house is never long
the miles I’ve trod, the continents crossed
and I omitted to ensure I had an enduring love.
My journey is almost near completion, no hand in mine
Forgetting to look after myself, transient love
or love made impossible by lawsI still carry hope in my heart and soul.
Hope comes with the light at daybreak
in the laughter of a baby, the song of a bird
springtime brings new life, flowers, chicks, new leaves
the warmth of the sun promises outdoor living.
The hope I have comes from above, my God
redeemer, healer, gracious, his grace empowers
my life is not my own, I live in a temporary body
which, when I am done with living, will leave behind.
I omitted to ensure someone would love me to the end
but friends are near, my daughter close,
the hand to hold in dark of night is missed
but my soul has peace, loves, and knows what love is.
Published by The Lark