I've been on this journey
sometime now, It's been said
by many, that it Isn't the
the joy of the climactic prize
at the end, but it's in the
journey, true happiness is
found
And so it is, with much
road behind me, and far less
ahead, I find it to be
true, with the passing of
long miles, age has slowed
my pace, life is no longer
rushing by in a blur
Could it be, at fifty nine
I tasted my first snow flake
counted the ripples a stone makes
noticed how strong my Husbands
arm is, as he guides me firmly
over a snow covered path
How is it that I've just
discovered, the unbridled, pure
rapture in a baby's laughter
the lulling tune the rain
plays on my rooftop, luring
me into peaceful slumber, a
birds herald of first light
Yes, the journey is more
beautiful than it ever was
In my youth, as if seeing
feeling, tasting life for
the first time, now that I
have stopped running to get
there, I see it all so clear.
