I never knew how much work this Journey would take.
The path its full of turns and twists. If I don’t turn right will I be left?
It’s long and its crooked
would I have gotten on had I looked?
I walk in the valley I see the mountain in front,
I want to go up but keep hitting bumps.
Distractions catch my attention,
I wander sometimes getting lost in the brush .
I keep pushing on, because I know I must.
Falling sometimes I must not give up.
Sometimes I wander around lost for days.
But always returning he won’t let me lose my way.
If I think I’m lost he pursues me, gently reminding,
the path is not straight it is bumpy and winding.
For every inch that I move forward I may fall back two,
Each step bringing me closer to the view.
One day atop of that mountain I’ll reach,
Only then I will know I am finally complete.
But for now on his journey I will continue to go.
Each curve in the path is helping me grow.
By T 3/24/2012