chapter one.

JOURNEY OF LIFE.

To the long and lonely journey

Where aid was no more

And my thoughts gone

Leaving a helpless body

Not that seasons could change

For the weather stood still

Yet the journey went beyond

The right lerts of my sight

And i had to keep moving

Crowling the brused limbs

Only to hold my goal

But my lips went dry

With my huggering body

That yearned for a water drop

To cool my only tongue

And refresh my dry throat

That takes saliva not.

In between my huggering,

Beyond my grasp reach

Came a blinding saviour

Where seemed no water

He stood clean and well

With streached but open hands

That welcomed me for a hug

With hands that hugged

All in one go

And bring confirt to them.

Hussled and troubled

I stood firm again

Crowling my body with hope

With a goal to reach him

And hopes for a hug

To let my energy flow

And hold me strong

Clearing my sight

That I may stand for the journey.

Crowling barely enough

To reach my dear saviour

Forgetting all my pain

I had to reach him out

He looked peaceful and loving

More like a door inn

Amidst my lonely journey

Raising my body high enough

To reach the huging hands

But they still vanished

It was all in vain

Falling helpless to the ground

And my sight blured.