The Journey

Above the soil of Earth
Below the clouds of white and skies of blue
Cuts the wind I cannot see
Driving me forward
Even though my mind can’t
Fathom the depth of joy and pain
Gathering, waiting
Holding steady, not yet released
Isolating my outlook for hope from the
Journey beyond the surging tidal flow
Knowing my efforts are falling short as I
Lift my hands upward toward safety
Momentarily giving my mind and soul
Necessary respites of peace, tranquility
Often missing in my life as
People drift in and out, but what
Quantitative results will be
Revealed when it’s over if I don’t
Stop and live, love, forgive and embrace
Treasures that come not from earthen creations
Useless when put to the fire of faith and goodness
Veils hindering my heart from the
Wonder.
Warmth.
Wisdom.
Like X-Rays penetrating the depth of my soul revealing
Your everlasting love that I embrace fully as the
Zenith to which I gratefully live, forever, together.

By Steve Achord