walking the path... <br />uphill, downhill, <br />winding amid the rocks, <br />leaving behind <br /> <br />footprints in the sand <br />that the wind erases... <br /> <br />sometimes side by side, <br />often alone... with no map, <br />no compass to point the way. <br /> <br />it's different for each of us; <br />no one else can do it for us. <br />this journey of the spirit <br />discovering itself... <br /> <br />and that which we call 'God'. <br /> <br />often lonely... we fight our way <br />forward for those moments <br />of epiphany.... when all of life <br />appears in a dropp of rain... <br /> <br />or a child's tears. <br /> <br />walking the path, <br />sun shining on my back... <br />a few clouds float unchained <br />in the limitless sky.... <br /> <br />they, too, pilgrims going <br />to the feast.... <br />walk with me?<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-path-55/
