does not take legs of strength
only steady strides at an easy pace
to move toward a certain place.
But I am so very tired,
weary, pain filled
from making the walk a race.
Can I meet today somebody
this day now
who understands how
the complexity of the journey
keeps us going along in the way.
Perhaps ask them to walk awhile by my side,
maybe smooth the road with wisdom’s dexterity
in the places I can’t see,
help me learn there is more than one way
to be, to tread on the way ahead?
Can anyone help me;
offer a strengthening word
that I might see the end
need not be yet near?
Then when that day finally arrives
and I no longer have the will or wish
to continue the walk forward
will they whisper of love and light to me
as I fade away, leave a living flower
to mark the place I passed into
the darkest depth of night
before continuing on the way
towards the living light?
© M Durfee