POEM
Where is the walkway to where I am bound
Where is the path that leads to the source
Where is the road, the highway, the bridge
There, where hope resides, wide open and vast.
The open road beckons
Destination, set
Compass at hand
Purpose, set.
It is made with walking
With a heart that’s wide open
It is made, step by step
With eyes on the horizon
It is made day after day
In the minutes of a life
One foot after another
On earth, sand and rock
Through the woods and the forests
Up the hills and the mountains
On this tiny Earth, our planet
There where the universe
Lies… endless and vast.
