The Journey

It has been a long journey.

New to the world, we were gifted a universe of surprises

And all inspiring wonder

There was movement and every place,

Sparks of light dancing through the universe.

A rock held us against the grievous dangers,

The dark unseen places.

Choices in this world of flashing lights revealed marvelous vistas.

Music loaded through the air.

True, we cried when we were frightened.

Arms held us as the sun rose once again.

The vision of what sprung from our dreams

Grew into hopes and aspirations.

We worked hard to become the vision.

Sometimes we crashed.

Always we stood again to sing a song, of renewed hope.

New music, new beliefs and new lyrics bore us

Into young adults.

Now in retrospect, we know that life is not a circle;

It is a line that takes us from birth until this moment.

While it is true that life moves as rhythms;

It is also true that we made new choices to chase our song

After all, the song of our youth is not the song of our maturity.

Is it?

Remember how the music helped us to endure the darkest night?

Humming the melody kept us alert and aware

Of the appointment left to fulfill.

Once upon-a-time our minds were on fire with belief and conviction.

It is still there.

The journey is only over when we are called home,

Or give up.

Maybe it is the same thing.

So it was.

So it will be.

And throughout it all God smiles.