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 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.