Journey of Time

There will be days
ahead of me-
That now I do not hear
or see.
But, yet, their journey
leads them far
Across the fields-
And beneath each star-
Down back roads
that fade to brown
Through silent snow
and greening ground.

The days will come
in perfect grace
and settle slyly
about my face
and seep into my
flesh and bone
with rhythm firm
and steadfast tone.
Until my reflection
soon will tell
that time has come
and made me pale-
has rusted me
and hung around
to place me softly
in the ground.

 But until then
I must learn to dance-
to dream-to fly-
to take a chance
to befriend time
on it's journey here-
to not taste regret
or engage fear.
For these days are mine
that come across
the emerald fields
and hills of frost
And I alone decide just how
I'll greet those days
that linger now.

 I'll hold on tight
and celebrate
what time carries
in his pack of Fate
And nevermore
will I take for granted
this awesome world
on which I'm planted.

Thank you, Lord
for earth and sky
for wind and rain
and birds that fly.
For eyes that see
and hands that feel
for hearts that love
and joy that's real-
For days ahead I do not see-
but, yet, they come
to strengthen me.