There is a sense of excitement.
There is a sense of expectation.
There is a sense of wonderment,
in not being able to see past the
Maybe I’ll walk where Rudyard
Kipling walked with the joy of
knowing that it will be my
footprints on the path I should
go. Not his; but mine. Your
direction; not mine. I long to
step where my foot should go.
This poem and the path my life
will take remain untitled, unknown
to me, for now. But known to God.
My heart and mind precede me,
even though I don’t know where,
I’m going, when, or how.