It is one’s purpose to know who we are
Countless aches and pains to bear
Would you just sit back and stare?
Or would you continue head held high
Across that desert windy and dry?
Limping while you walk on the sands of time
Heaving up to the crest continuing to climb
Slipping to fall back sinking into a hole
Grieving alone to your very lost soul
Once again you stand and trudge that span
Running wild before it even began
Only to descend back to where it started
Staring at your feet and how it is meted
Pausing to probe what is in those shoes
Stones you see and they serve as clues
Tempted to remove them takes a lot of effort
Surrendering instead to their discomfort
Knowing the stones bring you more than mere pain
Scratched and bleeding the spirit still remain
Using the sorrow to gain what is meant
Wiping those tears and all that is spent
Carry on the odyssey to where it may lead
With the stones in our shoes we all so need.
Reposted in wordpress from my own postings on another journal