The Journey
Ancestry is golden like a spiders web, a thread of cloth from the past.
It has been there before you like a summer sun, a winter wind, an autumn's
golden fall. Now the spring comes and so it begins again. You don't remember
these thing's but you never forgot them either, they were always' there.
They watch over you and see as we cannot. A peace that is not earthly they
continue providing help in our journey far and wide. Their energy helps us find
calmness in the deepness of our soul. It is a reflection of all life, you transform
and ascend to the everlasting spirit. All days will be one..
Life is a journey
the spirit lives forever
I am reborn now
Copyright © Dave Bowers | Year Posted 2023
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