I sat on the side of the road one day deciding which way to go.

As travelers passed my place of rest I asked their journey’s end.

Each traveler named a city, or a town, or distant realms

Yet none could name their purpose, or why they traveled there.

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I knew the reasons I must go, the things I had to do

Yet as I rested, cooled by breeze, I did not know my goal.

I watched as others took took their steps yet only knew the way

Each step should follow step from step, their purpose still unknown.

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Are they the walking sleepers unaware there is ‘beyond’?

Am I the one that’s dreaming, still creating worlds unseen

Where love and good are constants, sturdy strands that never part,

So strongly are they woven throughout the human heart?

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The path was clear when I was young;

My spirit still clear-sighted, but age has dimmed

The clarion call compelling me to wander.

Yet my faith is strong that He will always guide me.

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