Giver Maker

What is this journey of life?
Where does it end, where does it begin?
I walked so far as I knew I could, walking and walking
then a door opened to me, dare I to go in?
One side a treadmill to fall again, and in the same place again, and in the same place again,
the other side so unkown, but with promises so sweet as I could imagine to taste
different than on the treadmill path, more vibrant of flavors
A lump now formed in my throat, my eyes moving back & forth, the choice was mine
One path a dreaded familiar, the other required more of me than I’d ever known, but promises of helping hand awaited
And so forth I stepped onto the unfamiliar path, where pain & emotion awaited I had never known
Or let myself know
But as I was welcomed forth I forged new ground of heart & soul, that little by little sweet tastes of freedom released
Freedom not earned or grown, but known as was always meant to be
Sometimes there were falls or slip of foot, mine eyes taken off the light, but never did I turn back, each sweet morsel of freedom a memory which propelled me onward.

What is this journey of life?
Where does it end, where does it begin?
This path I have chosen has turned out to be like a blooming rose, opening up more and more, and suddenly I find little tastes of heaven, little gifts of goodness I didn’t ever think could be given me, nor could I accept for fear of mishandling them
But the Giver says, this was always meant for you, a little now, and fulfillment later
Accept my good gifts, trust what you do not know and what you know, for from me flows the fountain of life

What is this journey of life?
Where does it end, where does it begin?
Complexities of life, not often meant to be understood, but stored away until one day when truth is revealed
I will not let it hinder me now, but live and love and trust
My Maker holds his hand to me, walk with me daughter, trust me I know thy way
In rest and contentment I take His hand
In, around, through this journey of life
He knows the way