Journeys End Poem by Hazel Durham

Golden fields of wheat swaying in the blustery wind and rain,
Lambs playful, so innocent and tame,
Never straying from their mother's side,
Friends leave us alone when taken suddenly,
No time for goodbyes,
Parents nourish our fragile hearts,
To stand up strong and endure,
Lovers are a source of inspiration for hope of a better future,
Filled with warmth, kisses, embracing the truth in our eyes,
Music fills our desires with everlasting poetry and a lingering sigh,
Nature engulfs our sight with wonderous beauty,
To awake and listen to the melody of birds, singing at dawn,
Having soul is not about your house and freshly mowed lawn,
Take flight on a quest to find God's holy light,
An open suitcase with passion, belief and purpose,
Fill it with all your might,
Go into the throng of the multitudes,
Speak out for freedom of your spirit that wanders,
That seeks the eternal, life giving questions,
That makes us reflect and ponder
With bare feet striding towards everlasing life,
In God's holy embrace of mankind,
And to lovingly mind,
In a new land that is journeys end,
We will find our celestial peace when our torn emotions will mend.