Wednesday, October 14, 2009

A Journey

How do you measure a journey
Is it in the time captured
Is it in the number of steps
Both carefully measured
And haplessly carefree

Do you count it in the years
Or the months, or the weeks
Is it in the details of the day
Or in the broad strokes of time
Viewed and reviewed

Is it measured
In the seeds that are planted
Or in the crops that are harvested
Is it in the lasting effect
Or the immediate response

How do we know
When the journey is too short
Or tell when it is too long
For the journey is, simply,
From a beginning to an ending

When and where it began
Can be definitely pinpointed
But the end of the journey
Is never really known
As long as someone recalls

As long as the stories are told
As long as the memory holds
As long as the yearbook is read
And the bold signing beheld
The journey continues on

We will take you to a place of rest
We will sadly recall the past
We will recount the good times
We will measure them against the future
And some will think the journey has ended

We will know
It is far too soon to measure this journey
For while one may count the seeds in an apple
We will scarcely know the apples in a seed

And the journey continues

Ron Simpson, Jr.
October 14, 2009

For Allen Terry
February 20, 1988 - October 11, 2009

1 comment:

miruspeg said...

This is just what I needed to read today Ron....bless you!

You have described the journey (my journey) beautifully as always.


The Journey continues.....

PS Allen Terry would be thrilled.