If life is carrying you up
While I find I’m sitting still,
In the gloomy fog of the lower land,
It’s not unfair.
It’s not wrong.
It’s just how it is.
Your journey is not mine.
We can walk it together:
Sometimes close enough to hold hands,
Sometimes waving across a field,
Sometimes calling through the darkness
To find our way back.
And we do.
Even though we have our own journeys,
We've been given the gift of sharing them with
Kindred spirits we meet on the way.
And you, my friend, are one.