What Lies Beyond

Weary you stand
and look beyond,
another mountain,
another valley,
another journey

in a lifetime of journeys,
never a place
to stop and say
“I have arrived.”,

only resting places,
to stop
when worn, or victorious,
burdened or dancing with love’s
riotous joy, places

to offer thanksgiving
before looking ahead and asking
what lies
beyond.

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The photograph was taken behind my house last weekend. You can click on it for a larger version.