Life is a journey,
A hike through your own
Forest of pain and woe;
A walk becoming;
A trip through your time;
A course to fields of peace.
Walk well on the path
You have now chosen
And heed the age-worn ways.
Embrace the challenge
Of forging the Way.
The end is ever near.
On what should you feed
On the journey life?
Will you be nourished well?
How shall you strengthen
the you, becoming?
Feast on the Bread of Life!
Food for the journey,
Feeding the Body,
And nourishing your soul.
Love made incarnate,
Broken and portioned,
The feast for life is Life.
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 2:21 PM UTC
Life is a journey,
A hike through your own
Forest of pain and woe;
A walk becoming;
A trip through your time;
A course to fields of peace.
Walk well on the path
You have now chosen
And heed the age-worn ways.
Embrace the challenge
Of forging the Way.
The end is ever near.
On what should you feed
On the journey life?
Will you be nourished well?
How shall you strengthen
the you, becoming?
Feast on the Bread of Life!
Food for the journey,
Feeding the Body,
And nourishing your soul.
Love made incarnate,
Broken and portioned,
The feast for life is Life.
©2016 Ross J Porter
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