The Light
The illusion of Future, Present and Past,
Seduces all to believe that each moment will last,
But the pulse of the heart,
And each measure of breath,
Draws a man from his dawn unto his death.
As the promise of summer,
Becomes the winter of wrath,
As son becomes father,
Along the invisible path.By the strength of the body,
And the eternity of the soul,
The things that you do,
Will guide where you will go.
Fear not if you are confused,
And don't know where to go,
Or what to do,
For the correct path to follow,
Is inside of you.©1995 Erick Ritchie