Where do you find yourself surely it is on the stairs in one direction or another all of us on a journey Up the path or down we get the choice everything pulls on us the direction we may coast Villains and snares abound pain and grief and loss too we fight or run but remember the messenger, a promise of love Signs of hope the heart on mend breaths of healing a body renewed Only to fall and crack the journey seems too much until we take an offered hand a fellow traveler with lighted eyes With our strength renewed we look up the stairs and see we’ve fallen so far hearts become weary In the middle of the stairs we wander the most unsure of our path we question the Host.
© Terry Weaver 2023
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