Trails

There is a trail.

It's leads me where I long to travel.

Somewhere beyond today

and into tomorrow.

I've walked this same trail

thousands of times.

I have stepped over boulders

and trunks of trees fallen.

I have heard the song of a bird,

familiar

and yet strange.

I have watched the flight of wings

as the song took to the sky.

I have found a rock

along that trail,

one where I can rest,

one where I can think of the places I have been,

one where I can consider the places I will go.




© 2023 - Donald P James Jr

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Jesus in the Snow

Matthew 19

Have You Not Listened?