My soul walks with me
Along the Rocky shore of a life
I couldn't have and shouldn't try to anticipate.
I find myself
Warm in the grip of constant longing; longing for knowledge, and strength and patience and love.
Sometimes bruised and battered, other times standing in the light,
"Oh, brave soul," I cry out and then smile. "Where must we go?"
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Ruminating on life's journey and the soul's path