the traveler started, his head held so high
to change the world, maybe even to fly
yet around his neck some weights there hung
making him heavy, his journey begun
his mother watched as he walked out of sight
wishing him well, having trained him right
on his journey joined by another so soon
he loved her so much, all the way to the moon
two children they had, tried to raise them they did
to have faith in God, from Him they weren’t hid
obstacles, problems and challenges came
handle them right, sometimes not, then shame
the journey to change the whole world, so it seemed
soon lost its luster, he diminished his dream
and flying, he tried again, and again
he just couldn’t lift off, he didn’t know when
a Presence within whispered, “You’re worth so much more
your heart, so tender – a strong inner core
I will be with you, and heal you, you’ll learn
keep holding the dream, do not from it turn’
year after year, he simply trudged on
to survive on this journey, a conclusion forgone
still round his neck were the weights, they were there
no flight for this traveler, just increasing care
and dreaming, now forgotten, was left out of sight
he simply trudged on, gone his desire for flight
to make it one day to the next was his goal
a little here, a little there, oh my soul
isn’t there more I can do, some despair
the hurt that the world, so needed, to repair
but then to his wandering, step after step
was added a wound, gone the rest of his pep
a wound that they said would end his whole life
fear, dread, discouragement, now oh so rife
a Presence, a soft voice, “You’re worth so much more
your heart, once so tender but now so so sore
I will be with you, and heal you, you’ll learn
your dream, now it’s gone, but it will return“
he often forgot what the Presence so dear,
had said to him then, in its place returns fear
the weary traveler trudged along
not much thought, not even a song
a speaking bird sat near his neck
had been there, yes, with constant peck
“there’s something wrong with you,” it said
it’s time you got that through your head
the weights still around his neck, yes, they are
hindering flight, and producing a scar
long the journey so far had been
discouragement, failings and struggles within
challenges, difficulties, so much more
confirmed to him, could not ignore
it spoke the truth, it must be so
look at your life, how all things go
his clothes were dirty, his face was scarred
he felt very little, his heart was hard
a Presence, a soft voice, “You’re worth so much more
your heart, so tender but now so so sore
I will be with you, and teach you to learn
you can still have that for which you so yearn“
another traveler came into view
the burden so heavy, what could she do?
the bird was still with him, and pecking away
resigned to its presence, he just let it stay
the weights, too, clung to him like snails on a wall
how could he, why should he, try to stand tall?
coming beside him, in her eyes a gleam
she smiled and queried, “What is your dream?”
but dream he could not, the burden too leaden
no vision said he, his feelings were deadened
a pen and a paper, questions galore
he answered them like a trip to the store
a goal, a purpose, no meandering wander
his mind, slowly rising, started to ponder
if only this burden were just a bit lighter,
but carry it well, his choice, he a fighter,
to dream it was possible, if only he could
a word from heaven, right where he stood
would ease the weight of the load to the point
“call the elders, confess, believe, and anoint”
the Presence persisted to speak to his need
“a calling I’m giving, you will now succeed”
the bird that was pecking away at his mind
grew silent, more silent, and then moved behind
piercing the darkness, right to his heart
more words from the Presence led to a fresh start
“from this burden, this wound, a healing to you
I am not yet finished, there’s more you can do
a long healthy life so fulfilling – an answer –
will come to you after I deal with your cancer“
“I can now dream, I see a new way”
A different direction had come to stay
that Presence, that soft voice, “you’re worth so much more,
the years that were stolen I now will restore,
with you I will be the rest of your way
listen, and learn, this new land survey
I will be with you, you’ve more still to learn
you can still have that for which you so yearn
a path before him led up a steep hill
an inner wilderness, enter he will
others he found, no need to yell,
walking, exploring and learning as well
fellow travelers, each their own wilderness had
together exploring, together so glad
explaining his steps and why he had chosen
on the fly he found he was often tranposin
to learn to explore, and not to explain
he would try again and again and again
the path he had started, no idea he had
he’d learn to explore – its really not bad
but those on their journey beside him in this
encouraged exploring, without even a diss
explore is far better, admit it for sure
faithfully practiced will make more mature
a Presence, a soft voice inside “You’re worth more
your heart, so tender and not now so sore
I said I’ll be with you, there’s more still to learn
you can still have that for which you so yearn”
on this, such a journey, a job he was given,
be with those who hurt, with those who are riven
in a place where the hurting come to be healed
on floors in a building that were tightly sealed
the place of this building was on a burg
not ice, and not Pitts, but it was Lynchburg
to fix them he wanted and often he tried
corrected by those who walked by his side
“they do not need fixing, they only need you
their pain to behold, care, then say adieu”
a tool box he carried, at first oh so bare
of tools for the soul, he needed more there
active listening, or empathic, who actually knows
emotional support, is that how it goes?
calming, supportive, or some other kind
it’s all about presence, help patients unwind
the more tools he added, the more his intention
he filled up his box that he called ‘inter ven shun’
that Presence, that soft voice inside said ‘keep going
its obvious now how much you are growing’
fellow travelers, talked as they worked and explored
some conflict, some laughter, they never were bored
the traveler tended to rush on ahead
“slow down, take your time” one of them now said
she came from afar, to learn and to serve,
to help raise the bar without holding reserve
said one, “Ride the wave with those whom you meet”
I guess this means let them lead down their street!
Emotions, he learned from this one, that’s for sure,
Are something to enjoy, not just to endure
And another, “a bird house we’re building,” said he
“I need mine completed before you can see”
he learned to share birdhouses, although incomplete
this one, such a blessing, to all he may meet
one of them, a giver, was often behind
little gifts of affection, they often would find
still another, so quiet, so careful, yet bold
“don’t abandon belief in the truth you’ve been told”
another, not older, but wise that’s for sure
often makes laughter a part of the cure
a strong smiling face, she’s there day by day
to help with the work, and make sure they play
and a wise sage, with questions and guidance to spare
helps each of them, now, their stories to share
over them all, sits a man filled with kindness
fellow traveler he, not given to blindness
when challenges come, or failings remind us
we count on his smile, know he’s right there behind us
there’s one who the scenes behind does prefer
she makes it all happen, she makes it all whir
out of the sight, yet still in the Light
so smoothly she serves, it’s her true delight
always a smile, she never gave flack
despite all the jokes she never gave back
and the weights which have hung for so long unawares
have lessened, no lightened, some aren’t even there
a Presence, a soft voice to keep on the track
“I love You, I made You, don’t ever turn back
I said I’ll be with you, I’ll lighten your weights
just believe now and learn, and let me create”
the mountain, he climbed it, rocks, trees and a hill
but reaching the top, very soon, yes he will
animals he’s seen in this unknown expanse
admit them his own, not even a chance
time and again they would trouble his path
at times caught off guard, not doing the math
his path became clearer, the animals his own
no longer denial, his psyche had grown
untrusting of feelings, reluctant to share
his companions, they taught him, they really do care
emotions, dont go there, they are oh so airy
emotions, won’t go there, it’s way too too scary
feelings, so shaky, so unreliable
he learned serve a purpose, are so viable
a dashboard, light showing something is needed
may cause troubles later unless they are heeded
the journey, so long at the first, it appeared
is ending so soon, how they all persevered
the top of the mountain, he’s finally reached it
the view from the top, he never did quit
a Presence, a soft voice heard deep down inside
“I love You, I chose you, I’m still by your side
exciting, and promising, yes, it’s all that
such a view, more to come, you’re next up to bat
I said I’ll be with you, I’ll lighten your weights
just believe now and learn, and let me create”
down deep in his heart was a longing for more
to know and be known by those on the floor
the healers were there, needing healing themselves
busy they were, just like Santa’s elves
a place to belong, to matter, to come
it took lots of time, because some were numb
locked in and struggling just to survive
he reached out to them, a few to revive
to know them, their names and their stories as well
he focused, he listened, came out of his shell
their struggles, he actually took time to care
at times they were busy, at times wanted prayer
day after day he would wander around
knowing them, hearing them, alert for a frown
watching, and listening to each – see their face
taking the time, on each, value to place
acceptance and gratitude now start to grow
as a time of departure is starting to show
miss them, he will, for they all are so dear
see them again, yes, never doubt, never fear
the weights which had long hung and held him to earth
don’t hinder, don’t bother, they’ve shown him his worth
without those old weights, which hung there so long
to fly on his own, is still part of his song
in the words of a friend, so new to their quest
“Stop it”, with a laugh, he said, “I protest”
and a moment of clearness, of insight, of peace
he sees, to fly, not alone, sweet release
on another, whose promise, has come from on high
he’s to fly, and on His great strength rely
on the back of a large, a white bird he now sits
to fly on his own, not his goal, that he gets
and the Presence which often had calmed and consoled
began now to whisper, that never gets old
“it’s not by might and its not by your power
just leave that to me, let the enemy cower
I will lift you up, on the wings of an eagle
to fly all alone, not meant, not so regal
lean back, stop it, and leave it to Me
the flying will come, just you wait and see
so, he on the wings of a large Spirit bird
will sit now, and wait, the Voice he has heard
the traveler, refreshed and renewed, wouldn’t trade
the challenges, learning and growth, please don’t fade!
with a thanks on his lips, gratitude in his heart
“A thank you to all, who in this had a part”
with his wife at his side, he’s now reached the top
It’s time for the end – it’s time now to stop!