Every step takes me somewhere new.

I cannot go where I have been;

Always, always, I am building who I am

With the materials around me,

Discarding this,

Reworking that,


The road little matters,

For it is what I do with it

That will bring me

One step at a time

To my Destiny.

The Journey


Boulton Bridge trail forest

Sometimes the path I walk upon

is bathed in golden sun,

Meanders through bright meadows

Where pure streams of water run.

Sometimes a fog obscures the view,

And rocks and thorns prevail,

The gradient makes progress slow,

Or rings with rain and hail.

Both are crucial to my road,

Both must have their place –

To one, I owe refreshment,

The other, strength and grace.

So whether I am stepping light

Or struggling as I roam,

I know each bend and every climb

Will bring me closer home.

Hopeful Shore


I stopped to rest in snowy wood,

where tree-nymphs at attention stood

to guard the Path that leads to Hope;

I pondered on that frigid slope

that moving feet must bend their will,

or stay in snowy forest still.

So trudging on, determined more,

I soon arrived at Hopeful Shore.


What path will your feet choose this day?

Clear This Path

Life can be – messy.



The path we tread

is often concealed by debris

left behind from the Fall.

It’s so easy to lose our way

when we are afraid to wade in,

engage with the  mayhem,

combat the clutter,

step on things that crunch

or go bump in the night.


if you hold my hand,

and I pin my heart to my sleeve,

we just might

muddle our way through.

Turn the tables on turmoil.

Clear this path.


Follow the Yellow Brick Road

Follow the yellow brick road, he said,

I’ll show you a place that can wake the dead,

Restore all the fallen to freshness of spring,

Destroy what is evil, and make your soul sing.