I see traveling with me towards the setting sun.
I see their faces, calm and serene,
Fixed on the future, not glancing behind,
Confident, yet just a touch of doubt,
To keep the arrogance at bay. Earnest, respectful faces.

My path bends, but never turns back.
Ever forward it leads to a destination I know.
No longing have I, no rush to finish.
Nor is there dread. March on we must. Nature requires.
In this, life's journey, we wish for a long road.
The journey, not the goal, we always long for more.
So brief, so warm, so sweet. So short and then so long.

Behind me ruins, rubble of a house that could not stand.
Shaken by reason, it crumbled before my eyes.
Though it may shelter millions of souls.
My own finds no comfort there. No home. No harbor.
Like a bell that cracks, like a goblet that breaks, it no longer rings true.
But a voice still speaks, saying here I am. I am not alone.
But I already knew. I already knew.

Originally posted Jul 17, 2010