THE JOURNEY

This morning I climbed from my lofty bed; thankful for the roof overhead,

The night storms still passing above; first light exposing how rough,

The weather is always bad this time of the year; cold wet winters are the norm

I have grown to love the north westerly fronts; when I can close my door against them

And set a cup of warmth before me; a steaming bowl of promises

I've always taken on the challenges; this winter's day is like no other

And though I feel the comfort of home; and dread the thought of leaving

I know how blessed I am; with the milk of human kindness

I witnessed this morning with a cold grasp; of the other side, a man with a trolley

Pushing aloft his treasure; is it shopping you may ask

It is piled high with heavy wet branches; he must propel in driving rain

His objective is to get warm again; the great divide is very plain

And though our paths may cross; and our purpose may be dual

Mine is of such a minor scale; whilst his suffering is very cruel.

Eve (c)2008

I wish everyone a safe passage through the winter of their lives, may they find a warm haven to be safe in.

Love from Eve, South Africa