Every man is born many men, but dies a single soul.
One cannot change destiny, by definition alone the word speaks it’s course.
Our odyssey through this human condition will take us along a multitude of paths,
And assume many forms. Though the ending may have been written long ago,
Precious moments, unique freedoms, and life altering connections are passed
Before our eyes all the days we are given.
When one field lies fallow, it’s time to cultivate another.
We work our howling ground season by season,
Rooting weeds that choke, nurturing life where it’s found.
And everyday we welcome a bountiful new harvest.
To struggle is human, to find our way is personal.
Though our paths are on diverging lanes, times will come
When briefly, a friend will join you in the wilderness.
Should you happen my way please warmly accept
Some companionship, as I listen to what you have to say.
We will come to paths and clearings, brightly lit skies and
Crystal water falls. Dense dark forest with shadows shaped
As our deepest fear. All is open and beckon to our advance,
The brave will venture forth, into the glorious new day.
Our search for fulfillment, Success, and greatness in all we do
Is the creative Spirit driving us excellence.
To do great things is our strive, to do great things for God, and others,
Is His Spirit striving.
All are going their own special way, that unknown passage
One must seek to it’s end. Every man is born many man,
With Oh so many a road to follow. The course will change,
The man will change, just as seasons of the heart do after a spring
Rain.
As pilgrims’ together seeking that distant shore,
In this journey we are all aboard the same vessel.
And by and by shall the new horizon blazon with your joy,
Upon reaching every distant land that lay inside your dreams.
Just as we come to that place of rest and peace,
Our souls cry out in silent wonder, for the next
Great conquest before our time is through.
Many lives we have to live, many a foe do we overcome.
My Brother, my Sister, already far away into our voyage,
Take my hand and walk with me, for a moment now, be my friend.
In the middle of this earthly life, we still seek the greater cause.
Only now ours is with wisdom, having both hind and foresight
As our guide.
I cannot know your ultimate goal, yet I feel we have similar desires,
Succeed in all that you do, but allow failure to teach along the way.
Shift and shape into your mold, until the mold must be broken,
Enter into every new day, and create the vision you hold in your
Minds eye.
What we do, where we go, who we touch, how we love,
Words we choose for enlightenment, or those to break down,
Come from the same heart. As long as we’re walking the same road
as our brother, be not afraid to speak his name, call him friend,
And welcome him rest. For our journey will be long, our travels
May become weary, as long as we remember to offer a hand,
Assuredly all will arrive home into the safe and loving arms
Of he that set this path before us.
I look forward to meeting you along my path in life,
Should time and fortune smile upon our face,
A closer walk with thee is humbly what I seek
When the day is done and all is said
Remember dear one, that you may forever
Call me friend.
JD. 01-April, 2010.
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