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Let me come to the end of my journey with the sunshine on my face.\ As the long shadow of years fall behind, I see further ahead.\ It’s part of who I am, who I’m being formed into ‘now’ as I sit in my van,\ sheltered from the wind, enjoying the warmth of sun upon my face\ in the aftermath of a refreshing swim.\ I’ve become alert to the finality of each new day\ now I see it as a whole, this Thanksgiving Day, at Petone beach.
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A day on its own is cute, part of growing to who I am ‘now’\ Let me come, to the end of my journey, with sunshine on my face.\ Yesterday I could have stopped or now, while writing this poem.\ Having explored the content of life, with God’s grace to be wholly alert\ to the freedom of spirit, and power of choice. To love this day with all\ my best, accountable for what I do. One of many who have their days,\ unknown though they be.
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Life is not a movie set or drama stage, where words “Do it again” or\ “Cut” are shouted. Life is ‘now’, it doesn’t come back!\ Let me come, to the end of my journey, with the sunshine on my face.\ I’m letting go of what holds me back, from the wind of questions.\ Another home end of this year; smaller in size, less than before,\ but I’m sheltered in the vanguard of optimism,\ having known the joy being blessed.
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The deceitfulness of mankind, may wreck a promising start but\ I was blessed by two kind hearts. Truth in mind, belief in Soul is\ the promise of growing mentally strong.\ Let me come, to the end of my journey, with the sunshine on my face.\ Lack of knowledge is limiting, yet too much is not good!\ For without wisdom to apply ‘now’ what the mind has stored\ is poverty for the Soul.
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I took my first small step in Picton town, New Zealand and more,\ to arrive where I am ‘now’, in the land of Conscious Being.\ One may lose the joy of journeying - distort ‘pain’ for punishment\ ‘hardship’ for misplaced trust; but both are companions.\ Let me come, to the end of my journey, with the sunshine on my face.\ An insignificant person but loved by the Father of grace,\ living to explore more of being alive.
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Each step-day, to be conscious of less hang-ups, less insecurities.\ Faith is for the fearless; true love of God and Life casts out fear.\ It’s a personal experience you have to take your own small step\ of care, discovering the ability to balance your whole future on\ one small limb, then reach for more. I survived knowing the ‘now’ so\ Let me come, to the end of my journey, with the sunshine on my face.\ It’s time to venture beyond the great divide.
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I’m taking a new small step with opportunities to come alive\ to more than meets the eye. Each small step with less hesitation,\ caution of heart than before, for I’m stepping out on a great new journey.\ No end in sight; one quite different in nature, beauty, warmth, cold;\ I’ve tried my best to live not only for self but for those I’ve met.\ Let me cling to You. Your right hand upholds. Your guiding leads the way.\ Let me come, to the end of my journey, with sunshine on my face!
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The form I’ve used is known as a ‘viator’ derived from Latin for traveller; the line travels down the poem.\ At Petone beach in my work van, inspired by poems in the book ‘Moonlight’ by Hospice New Zealand.\ Title quote; saw this written on a Mainfreight truck, one day, travelling Waiwhetu Road, Lower Hutt.\ In my diary, (22/11/2009) as I write, I note today is American Thanksgiving Day; very appropriate.\ Let me cling to You, etc., are expressions used by David, of the Bible, which I like it!