The Journey

A day begins; there are no promises.

Maybe the sun will shine, or not.

No one can be sure who is around that corner

or what news this next call might bring.

Seasons arrive like clockwork but how

they will turn out is a mystery. Still...

One day we will slip from our bodies

and slide into the Light; this we know.

Perhaps to rouse from sleep and put aside

the fear that hunts our hearts,

we could live each day

as if the Light was already ours.

Listen: The heart hears a deeper truth

than the head. Even the loneliest

one is never alone on

the winding journey home.

Arlene Gay Levine