At birth we start a journey
down this winding road
life is not forever
just a fleeting abode
We are in the act of dressing
preparation of the soul
always traveling onward
mysteries unfold
material treasures vanish
like a stranger in the night
These were only put here
to help make our journey lite
as in the box we travel
Coloring this adventure blue
searching for the answer
our spirits to renew
Each day packing our suitcase
Collecing tresures of this life
when we have accomplished
each one will take his fight.
Heather Burns
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-journey-40/
