B Moss (c) 2005-04

To those who share the many roads , 
the many paths, rest awhile!

Where is the path I seek?
How long must this journey go?
What are the ties that bind my hands?

Endure I must, but how much longer?
Will my strength hold till I get “there.”
What do I learn from this?

Heavy shackles drag me down.
Oh courage,stay with me,
that I may find the way.
So much have I sacrificed,
So many wrong turns and
detours I’ve taken.

Often I wonder what for, and why?
I plunged into the darkness,
is it a test of my endurance,
of my will, of my spirit?
There is only so much
that I can bear.

Down the turbulent road I travel,
weary of mind and body, on and on I go.
But the time has come to find a spot,
find respite from these cares.

Let me find a tree with
shades of green,and
feel the warmth of the sun.
Indulge my body and spirit to
savor the freshness of the air.
Let the rain wash away my fears.
Dear Mother Earth,let me feel your
embrace, as I lay on your lap.

Rest, rest, weary traveller.