I wrote this poem for a dear friend I worked with, a wedding present actually. Well, I say she was a friend, when in fact I thought of her more as a daughter. Unfortunately, time and circumstances separated our relationship, which was truly sad on my part, but then maybe the evil hand of fate had decided our paths weren’t supposed to be connected in the first place.
So, I give you her poem.
Your Journey – by Sarah Neeve, 2001.
In life we face many challenges,
some are like gentle slopes, with little effort you reach the brow.
Some are like grassy hillsides,
you climb a little, you slip, you climb again,
and then you eventually reach the top.
But then maybe, one time, you come across a mountain.
Dark. Rocky, and towering above you.
Too scared to look up
with the fear that you can’t see it ever ending.
How frightening it must feel, torturing yourself over which path to take,
has that path already been chosen for me.
Then behind you appears a warm light,
cascading with peace and love until everything before you pales in comparison.
How wonderous this feels,
enlightening your soul and making the journey ahead seem not so daunting.
You have your guiding light. Your love. Your friend,
and together you will take on the mountain.
Let them carry you,
if the need is great. For the load will be light and easy to bear.
As you reach each stage, stop and reflect,
but never look down only up, as that battle has passed.
And as you make each stage the journey will ease,
the light you felt is now within,
and you will reach the top with your guardian beside you.
Fear has faded along the way, replaced with joy and inner peace.
Drink from this, until you feel dizzy with the knowledge
that you made it together.