Blindly Traveling Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Blindly traveling along pathways of life,
not knowing what is beyond the next bend.

Continually searching for meaning and
goodness, finding mostly ignorance of
authority and evil walking hand in hand.

Surmounting obstacles that seem insurmountable
until we are over them and continuing on our
long and tiring journeys.

Falsely anticipating moments in joyful eager-
ness, being disappointed every time.

There are no promises or answers in our universe
because it is not eternal and we have only to
make the best of it until our turns take us off
to heaven.