what road ahead
seems shorter
for passing into night
lest shadows fall
against a wiser sun
an imprint of my journey
where telling
might I go
deciding now
an ending not foretold
time
and I’ve remembered
the squander of my days
returned as one
untethered from the rest
a single step
when all about
the hurry for direction
one and then
another here –
the path revealed
to home
. . .
Circles of yourself …
returning to the touch most tender………..
… to imprint life again and again …
The journey always leads us back to those places and people that give our hearts peace…………xo
………rather, those places become the sweetest part of us……….a home we carry by name ❤
Very special. I really like this one.
Thank you, my sweet precious Lisette.
But isn’t that the thrill of the journey. Not knowing where our steps might end? And then looking back upon the trail we walked and the people we met along the way.. No day is ever squandered or a step misplaced.. Because all was meant to be or you would not have travelled your Earth life.. 🙂 To become the Being you are today from your experiences…Which you carry within your heart for all of eternity.. ❤
Beautiful thoughts you pen..
Sue
Indeed…………The truth of happiness is in gratitude, for wherever we find ourselves……….knowing that we are never ever not where we were meant to be, that someone is always (and still) awaiting us to home. ❤ I might not wish my journey on another, but it brought me here and here is a wonderful place…….. Thank you, dearest Sue. ❤
Home in our hearts, through you words. You are always in mine… ❤ xX
It would also help if I could type!! Xx