Our Mysterious Journey Poem by Nellie Isabelle Steward Cooper

Please leave your book upon the table open at it's place
It's pages will continue to turn a bit, perhaps only a few of them will turn... now encouraged by summer breezes.. there is a lesson you must learn.

So leave your book now and then come along with me.

To see...to see... to see

Through the open door you go and into a spring of twilight, then down the garden path
And far beyond the garden gate, where there is a road for all to follow

See here lies the road, the road that runs different ways, look at it a moment and choose one way or the other

To go...to go...to go..

Now think of your book if you will, left back there turning it's pages alone

In a vagrant breeze, think of it if you must

For ever so small a bit of time you hesitate.... do I go east or west? ?
Then you go down your chosen road carrying along with you all those faint regrets

No! ! !

You could not take with you the book you are reading still

And you not being split asunder can not travel both ways on this road alas, slow or fast...

And as you go tell me what you see..what do you see... see... see..see....are you like me? ? ?

For no one before nor after you will see what you will see... for this has never been seen before
But by... save you alone...save you alone...save you alone

So see it well and care not what it means.. only you must see it well
And when you are tired rest and when you are hungry look for food
And when you are happy you shall whistle a pleasant tune

Always remember the road, for in the fields you will loose your way
The road was built by others and is running to a certain place

And you being the curious soul? ! ?

Are you not curious to find out who built your road... this road
As to why it was built and where it is going... going... going?

Who walked before you on this very same road...?

Felt the same breezes weather they be harsh or they be soft and gentle?
Only they were a bit different, the time being a far away time, far- far away in times past

Still all of us upon the same road... but twas at another time!

With the same dusk and darkness approaching

Please mark very well your time

And ask not for it's meaning but listen, remember, look and feel

The time for the telling comes to us right now... now... now
It is now, right now, the time for the telling is with us now...