Ruts and Stones

 

 

 The ruts and stones upon my path
remind me to slow down. 

They tell me to enjoy the journey,
take a look around.

But up and onwards I must go!

Sometimes this journey feels too slow.

 

And so, the seasons with their change,
the coloured leaves with varied range

speak to my impatient soul,
remind me that I'm being made whole.

 

And although I am often blind,
if I can simply stop, I'll find

 

a whisper on the summer breeze:
'slow down, breathe, live life at ease'.

There is no treasure to be won
when all is work, no time for fun.

It's in the climb, the uphill trudge,
the foggy fields, the mud and sludge

that I expand, and learn and grow.
So just relax and take it slow.

 

And as I grow in strength and will
while taking time to climb the hill,

I learn to trust my heart and mind.
This is the treasure that I find.