JOURNEYS OF THE SOUL

JOURNEYS OF THE SOUL

Alone at this fork in the depths of the woods,
a lone weary traveller I stand
After years of wandering and searching,
my tired feet rest upon soft sand
One path is distinguished, well trodden,
a wise choice of many in the past
Yet the other is as faint as a whisper,
a whisper waiting to be found at last

I have followed this yellow brick road for decades,
searching for something I know not what
This place, I will know when I get there,
but 'till then I keep going, through fallen leaves and rot
And so fate has brought me to these crossroads,
peering along each path into the undergrowth
My head steering me towards the more defined one,
my instincts telling me to consider both

Yet my feet take the mysterious whisper of a path,
where the grass is greener and fresh
The waters flowing are crystal clear,
the air is sweeter, with no stench of death
And my eyes come to rest on a mound of earth,
a single red flower paired with a stone
My heart leaps as my spirit soars high,
after my long journey, I know I am home.