A few words
This poem emerged during my reflections on the need to journey. I believe that we were each created to be on some voyage, adventure, or odyssey. If we are not moving, I wonder how we might find our values, purpose, or hope? When I decide to remain in a victim of circumstance pit I become stagnate. I feel less and less alive, but when I embrace my journey I feel alive! I long for the destination, but the journey in and of itself is a reward.