I was never the type
of child that obeyed
much  of anything;
not even the many
times  I was told
not to stare into
the evening sun
when I felt
alone.

In the ocean of
Your heart lies my abode
Come out of it, death

Remember
Training
Is Your Sacred Weapon Against the Unknown
Use It Wisely
shhh It Will Guide You Thru This Test of Fortitude and Challenge
Few Are Those Who Find and Make their Way Both

From Creek Beds Dried
To  Mountains
In Mourning and Back Again

Do Not Be Fooled By Visions
For You Truly Have Your Own

Eyes Of God
Ever Present
For Her Is Only Ones

When your footsteps falter and slip
Hold on to me
If your eyes fill with tears
And the future seems blurred and distant
I'll be there to take your hand
You may not see me
But you'll feel me there
Right beside you
Always
So hold on to me

                        By Phil Roberts