Sunday, March 28, 2010
Stepping Stones...A poem
The valley beckoned and told me to come closer
there was a place for me to see
I walked in light with every step
I felt light and free.
Swirling colors of dancing energy
became my guide and sugary transition.
I was not on an idle stroll.
I was on a mission.
I heard a call soft and distance off
I came running down the stepping stones
that moved beneath my feet.
There was myself standing all alone.
A perfect reflection of myself was standing there
then I understood the valley's call to introduce
me to me!