The Turtle's Journey - Poem by Michaelpoetry Ryan
The little turtle swam at night in a dark and angry sea.
He was cold and he was tired; there were places he'd rather be.
He looked down into waters so black that light would never dive
but above him star-lit heavens showed his way, his path to life.
He had no time to stop and think, no time to stop and rest;
he was on his life's true journey, he was on his pilgrim's quest.
His loving heart kept him going to a land he'd never seen;
a wondrous place that came to him in a blissful, golden dream;
a garden where small white flowers grew amongst the greenest grass;
where skies were blue and clear each day; and nights would quickly pass.
That place with trees and birds and flowers, he knew it was his home
and if one day he found it, he'd never be alone.
The unknown deep was all he'd known, until he saw her face;
a stone angel looking watch over such a treasured place
that God had blessed it with His love and placed it in the care
of one so true that flowers grew at her feet and in her hair.
He never stopped or wavered from his promise to himself
to find his way one summer day to a home he knew so well.
After many days and nights at sea, he'd found a rocky shore
and climbed out from the water cold to continue on once more.
Across strange lands he crawled at night, safe from birds of prey.
Through rivers and streams, as if in a dream, he carried on each day.
He walked through fields with mice and deer; through forests dark and then …one day
he saw a path lit from the sun in speckled light and golden rays.
He heard an angel singing then and he began to fear.
He thought, "I am too young to die; my home it seems so near."
The angel whispered in the wind, "Fear not, my little one.
Come rest yourself close to me. Enjoy the morning sun."
The turtle crawled into the garden and lay before her feet.
The flowers all around him smiled; the fragrance was so sweet.
He closed his eyes, the end was near; to his surprise, he lost his fear.
But then a kitten found him in between the green and gold
and nudged him with his nose so pink and soft and cold.
He heard a voice so gentle then from high above the ground.
She whispered to the kitten, "Little one. What have you found? "
She moved the flowers and saw him on the angel's feet of stone.
She picked him up, kissed him sweet and whispered, "Welcome home."
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