There is a path that leads to nowhere
in a valley that I know;
it reverses and transverses 
in a never ending flow.



There are no corners in the pathway,
naught but softly rounded turns,
briefest glimpses of light 
from a source that dimly burns.



There is silence in the pathway,
no laugh, no song, no tears,
naught but flashes of a memory 
that persists thru' out the years.



Of numbers, there are not
of past life, long forgot
no love, no life, no fears.



There are voices in the pathway 
now that softly pleading yearn.
"Return to me," pleads slipping life,
"Til' light no longer burns."



"Come to me," calls Gabriel, 
"in Eternal rest you'll sleep
In God's eternal valley
Come, Warrior, guard my sheep."



© Betty C. Daniels
August 31, 2009
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This poem is dedicated to my dear husband, who passed away on August 18, 2009, after a lengthy illness. ~ Betty ~

John & Betty Daniels
1945