Down the winding path
I followed a rough and
traveled lane never looking
for the far horizon
knowing a near one lead
only as far as my eyes
could see in light or dark.
Told to follow my nose,
follow the money
and learn from the journey
I picked a flower
sat under a tree
watched horsetail clouds
gallop across the sky
but my heart said
there was more to be and
in an instant
I wanted to hurry and find ‘it’
yet the rain sheeted down,
slowed my pace.
This world felt too big for my heart.
To plant the smallest of gardens,
to honour and love the trees,
believe in the beauty of the skies
and create my home as I wished
was the winding path
my heart would follow.
“For every moment of joy Every hour of fear
For every winding road that brought me here
For every breath, for everyday of living
This is my Thanksgiving.
~ Don Henley, singer
