Find Our Way Home

Maybe there is no definitive destination

And we have already arrived

At a series of milestones waiting for us

Stretched out along a personalized path

Where we can pause and catch our breaths

To peer up at the brilliance of the stars

Marveling at how we came to exist

On this wondrous path of life.

I know, dear soul, that each step is heavy

On this never-ending perilous road

But there are small moments of beauty

Little breaths of relief from the upward climb

Made up of perspective, hope, and peace

Reminding us that we are beloved humans

On a path of searching, discovery, and healing

Trying, always trying, to find our way home.

Published by Quietest Poet

Writer, mother, counselor, flower gardener, recipe seeker, and Netflix lover.

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