Arrival Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

Unaware of what’s ahead
Traveling forward… as if being led
Not exactly sure where you are going
Stopping at your destination…as if knowing

A channel exist between reality and dreams
Carrying thoughts down a stream
Gradually the current slows and delivers fate
At good fortune’s unlocked gate

Enter and discover what was intended
Bask in the light before it is ended
Bestow what gifts you have to give
Finding purpose…this is what it means to live


7/29/09