Soul Talk

"come,"
she says to me
beckoning with
long, elegant fingers.
"keep walking.
one foot in front of the other.
stumble, regain your footing.
fall, pick yourself up.
run, catch your breath.
take your time.
savour the spaces
between the seconds
that create the minute.
there is no rushing here,
only quality.
it is not how fast you
get there
only that you arrive."
so...
"come"
she says to me
beckoning with
long,elegant fingers.
"keep moving.
Life is not waiting
nor is God
so keep moving
for He is your journey's
beginning and end.
you left through
His door and
to His door
you will return."