An end lies in the future;
it could be imminent…perhaps remote,
but seldom is in view.
To reach the end will somehow tell the tale.
Some basic tools to measure,
in order to prevent a sideline note
of pleasures to pursue
or dark distraction that will hide the trail.
A tool drawn from the pocket…
a soul of charity…a giving love…
that’s selfless, true, and good…
to realize that others walk along.
Another is enjoyment
of life…to do and see and look above
the circumstance that would
make many travelers weep and only see the wrong.
Dig deeply; find contentment…
a peace to over-tread anxieties
that pummel from all sides,
and know that inner peace transcends each blow.
Whether climbing or descent,
find hope that’s just ahead
and then foresees
the goal where all abides,
although the trail is difficult and slow.
But recognize the true fact:
That hearts are empty shells to hold each tool.
It is not self-empowered;
the source is from beyond this mortal clay.
Easy to get off the track,
where each wayward step tells “here is a fool!”
Or if the path is flowered
with seeds that have been planted on the way.
Missteps may happen often
throughout the journey long; the path is drawn
and ready for the tread
of feet that keep in step to reach the aim.
The tools availed will soften
opposing threats that throng from dark to dawn.
The purpose lies ahead,
and just beyond success is there to claim.
