The Path Home
As we slowly near
the end of our days.
When we have finally
reached our old age.
There seems to be
a sudden panic
to change our ways.
The tunnel to the light has gotten
a whole lot shorter.
So now we seek to put our
spiritual house in order.
At one time to have a better life
and I wants were our fervrant prayers.
These days it's a prayer of contrition
hoping to keep the light on until we can get there.
This is now an edited and up dated version of this poem.