walking the path... br uphill, downhill, br winding amid the rocks, br leaving behind br br footprints in the sand br that the wind erases... br br sometimes side by side, br often alone... with no map, br no compass to point the way. br br it's different for each of us; br no one else can do it for us. br this journey of the spirit br discovering itself... br br and that which we call 'God'. br br often lonely... we fight our way br forward for those moments br of epiphany.... when all of life br appears in a dropp of rain... br br or a child's tears. br br walking the path, br sun shining on my back... br a few clouds float unchained br in the limitless sky.... br br they, too, pilgrims going br to the feast....