The Snow of Life

 

Is life a temporary, shared journey where every step matters?

Do we leave traces through love, connection, and experiences?

And when the walking is done, do we return peacefully to something eternal, where struggle no longer exists?

Title.

The Snow of Life.

(A lone voice whispers)

We come, we go.

When our feet touches the snow of life and into it we flow.

We meet.

When our feet take us to others. Our father, sister, brother, or mother.

When our feet touches the snow of life and into it we flow.

We meet and greet friends or lovers as we grow old and even settle down. Maybe having children or the odd pet around.

When our feet take us into life to swim barefoot in its sacred waters.

When our feet touches the snow of life and into it we flow.

And at the very end, when our poor feet are tired, we walk back through our snow filled with so many different sized footsteps.

Back to the very beginning.

As from life, we retire.

Where our feet no longer touches the snow of life, and into Eternity we flow.

To join so many others.

In a place where endless tears are sometimes wept.

For there is no more snow, only time to reflect.

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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