SIGNATURE
How shall I write my signature?
For the story’s not yet done.
I’ve wandered diverse paths along
my journey toward the One.
No sorrow or regret for roads
that led me far astray,
for lessons learned on deadend tracks
also guide me on the way.
My signature has many loops
like rabbit tracks in snow.
While others see a scattered mess
I see a plowman’s rows.
Mustard seeds in fertile ground
take root and grow in me.
My name is writ in dust and dirt
in lands I’ve yet to see.
How shall I write my signature?
For the story’s not yet done.
I’ve wandered diverse paths along
my journey toward the One.
No sorrow or regret for roads
that led me far astray,
for lessons learned on deadend tracks
also guide me on the way.
My signature has many loops
like rabbit tracks in snow.
While others see a scattered mess
I see a plowman’s rows.
Mustard seeds in fertile ground
take root and grow in me.
My name is writ in dust and dirt
in lands I’ve yet to see.
Labels: journey
posted by Pilgrim Path | 12:51 PM
2 Comments:
Rich, I am usually not draw to rhyming poems, but this one is evocative. I especially like "My signature has many loops like rabbit tracks in snow" and the last stanza. Blessings to you, Christine
I'm not big on rhyming either, but every once in awhile I feel the need to do "the times table" of poetry. Thanks for your kind comments.
Peace.
Post a Comment
Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]
<< Home