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.