It’s a getting up
A keeping on,
The dance to an eternal song,
A turning round until,
You’re right again.
A journey up,
A setting to,
The trilling of an endless tune,
A crazy whirl that never seems to end.

It’s the high road up to heaven,
And it just keeps winding round,
Up to laughter,
Down to sorrow,
Through the nights and new tomorrows,
And though I’m breathless,
Still it seems,
That I am bound,
To journey on.



Filed under Contemplations, Poetry

4 responses to “Breathless

  1. Emily

    Well I’m certainly breathless after reading this…

  2. jd

    your words always bring beauty and give hope.

  3. I’m in a temporary summer abode and feel like a sojourner waiting patiently to get back to my real home. Thanks for these thoughtful words… I AM a sojourner in this world…

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