Upon the light we see the clear blue line of hope
A harbinger of change or blessed sign.
for those in misery or disbelief
who need a rope
to hold onto….
To see is to believe
your life is a map,
how to read the journey of a soul
from birth to dust?
The twists and turns on the path
as it winds.
Up the mountain and down the lane,
through the Valley of the Shadow of Death
I will fear no evil…
A whispered prayer to carry our pain.
Onward, onward through the years,
till the showing of all our fears– as age creeps in
to take a bow,
in heavenly order toward the creator,
no fear, no tears, nor anger or pain—
its over now only bones remain.