life is a journey from here to where?
the rules of the road once unwritten
from where we had wished we were already
in much emotional hurry we failed
with such unthinking haste we won
we gazed back to what we were
forgetting who we wanted to become
we listened to the memory
of firm planted footsteps
between the olden buildings
echoing our truth mercifully crying out
it was us alone who wrote the graffiti
which unraveled itself in the stark stillness of a forest
once we were humbled kneeling in faith and prayer
we knew then that the dark hour of our soul was at hand.