(Revised)

Our bodies face north:
They speak of a sound direction, of a purpose, of a meaningful journey.
 
Our eyes look ahead;
They see something not around, perhaps a vision, perhaps a vocation, perhaps a devotion.
 
Our hearts and lungs work hand-in-hand:
They collaborate for our greatest sustenance.
 
Our feet are grounded:
They bring us to places, to stand, to balance.
 
Our heads, above all else;
They set the tone to tell our tales.
 
So we dare to be alone;
If sad past is our only choice for companion.
 
So we move forward
As faith and hope get us covered.
 
So we pause.
So we rest.
 
Then we hope;
Then we thrive-
 
Doing our best
In pursuit of happiness.

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