Road Signs OR Winging with Doves

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Travelling hopefully, we make our way through life.

Go carefully, but trust your instincts and never be afraid to take any risks mind-body-spirit might suggest. Okay, so that might be a mistake sometimes, but better to make a mistake, surely, than live with a lifetime of regret? Besides, everyone makes mistakes so ... what the heck, so long as no great harm done (except maybe to the ego)?

ROAD SIGNS or WINGING WITH DOVES

It was a bright light led me to this place,

as I fought for breath in a mother’s womb,

painting dreams of peace, glory, grace,

winging with doves at a warrior’s tomb

Fading, a light that led me to this place

as I took my first breath outside the womb,

painting dreams of peace, glory, grace,

winging with doves at a warrior’s tomb?

It’s a long road that led me to this place,

some may call it destiny, other fate or doom,

but although my sight dims, I see a face,

lighting up with love over its womb-tomb

Who watches out for its peace, glory, grace,

journeys well from first to last resting place

Copyright R. N. Taber 2008