Poetry

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When I was four, I stood at the door
Saw the long road leading from home
How wonderful, I thought, to finally be tall
To know If there Is more

Finally, on my own, having grown a little tall
Started walking down from the door of our home
I looked back and saw little boys at the door
Maybe wondering when they should grow tall

I discovered, the road indeed is long
But, alas! It's not possible to know where it go
Fraught with dangers, challenges occur
I have no choice but to be on my own

Path smooth, the view pleasant, I enjoy the walk
Indeed, there is nothing to this road
Head held high, saluting the blue sky
Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful!

Until I experienced stumbling on the path
My legs are sturdy, my body strong
How could it happen to me?
Unless, someone made me?

But the carefree of youth, soon I forgot
Lessons from the stumbling block
The road is straight and smooth again
Sure that nobody would thwart me again

On and on the path I go
Forgetting what was my due
Until the sky darkened with storm
Warning for shelter and caution

Another walker there I saw
Waited up for me, heading the same way
Along the way, the storm began
To my great distress, I was unprepared

The companion I thought I had
Was nothing but a lousy cad
Too late, I was a fool
To give my purse and my shawl

I was soaked, I was trembling
Not knowing If I could go on
Shamefaced, I stopped
And ask for guidance from above

Then I thought I heard a whisper
To brace myself and run from the rain
A long trek it was until I noticed
Warmth seeping to my skin

And there the light from heaven
I saw, a dove beckoning me to follow
Hope was born I kept on
My dreams maybe dashed but my spirit is alive

And now I am standing again
Storm almost forgotten
Understanding why it happened
To keep me remembering

That life is a long journey
You can't make on your own
There may be stones and storms
Just remember, in God you can go on.

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