GOING HOME…VIA A LONG, REFLECTIVE WALK!
Sometimes the path I walk upon
is bathed in golden sun,
Meanders through bright meadows
Where pure streams of water run.
Sometimes a fog obscures the view,
And rocks and thorns prevail,
The gradient makes progress slow,
Or rings with rain and hail.
Both are crucial to my road,
Both must have their place –
To one, I owe refreshment,
The other, strength and grace.
So whether I am stepping light
Or struggling as I roam,
I know each bend and every climb
Will bring me closer home.