THAT PATH
That path is always there
Silent, unmoving yet quietly being.
Sometimes we crawl towards that light
Yet other times fall, as the thought
is lost and we feel it gone from our sight.
Each space that is entered
Gives us a taste of an experience gained
And although we stumble, movement takes place
and our pathway sustained.
When we can no longer see the hope,
The chance of joy and Light,
Our Spirits sink low, we are stopped in our tracks
Then it is difficult coming back.
Keeping the image in our minds
Of the inevitability of passing from this plane,
That very image can be merged
With that unending path that continues on again.
There is no time really, just the space,
That is contained in man's need to label and constrain
and measure, that which cannot be measured,
It is just ordained.
The hope is that we will all see
That at the heart of all experience,
communication, caring and being
Love is all there can be.
That path is always there
That golden light is for all to share
All the Joy, tribulation and strife
The start, middle and ending of every life!