I gave my hand to Life
To lead me where it would.
I followed many paths to find
Lightfooted ways that made life good.
But heavy footsteps fall behind
Along the road as it unwinds
And leave a shadow on my mind.
I wish I had ten pairs of feet
To follow all the paths that lead
To homesteads where my friends I’d meet:
And once again we’d feed
On Life’s life-giving mead
And talk of times that might have been
If only roots had sprouted from Life’s seeds.
But Love’s seed has its place,
And Love will weave its lace,
To give this life a web of grace
And keep that smile upon my face.
Though still I wish that every road
I came across would load
My arms with cloth of gold
To wrap my love, and to enfold
Each loving heart that has been blown
By winds of time across unknown
Desert sands, where seeds unsown
Blow down Life’s corridors alone.
© Sarita Armstrong 1995