the journey

ever great storms come
I who am more than dust
must in God now trust

for never is a leaf left still
a river’s path not changed
or a bloom left clinging to a tree

a dew always arrives fresh
only for innocence to evaporate
under the rage of the sun

caught in the wind of change
a leaf so naturally formed
will never fall again the same

for even the bluest skies
when mist arise,can be hidden
and left for us to find once more

like cards randomly dealt, in life
an unknown game often unfolds
as we blindly rush to play

fools are we who are quick to adhere
to non- existent rules brought
by illusions to torment minds

for God did not a world create
with so many possibilities
only to guide us onto a single path

for it is how well we greet the journey
and not the route we choose to take
that will joy or sadness bring

so enjoy the storm for what it is
for in the end all will turn to dust
to God our soul we must entrust