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Krishankins
since 2002-06-23
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The wind blows against my face. Fierce rain stings my skin. Each step I take becomes a laborious event of the iron will I have forged from years of disappointment. Time and time again I have quit in my mind; unable to convince my body to obey its commands and stop going on. Fury and rage, that have eroded any trace of hope for a release, march my legs onward. We walk along life's long and winding path, never sure of what's around the next bend or over the next hill. We trudge on. When or legs are weak, and our spirit broken, we go on. We fall down and cry out in pain and frustration. We get up and go on. Life is an evil thing. Rarely it gives us reason to be thankful for knowing it. More often it gives us reason to be loathesome of it. We, those who preach of patience and forgiveness, march headlong down life's lonely path, knowing no one can go the complete journey with us. We look so inquisitively on what lay behind us that we stumble on what is before us. When we reach the end of our path, will it be because we have used up all of our allotted amount of incidental stumbles and fallen into a shallow grave? I now take each step with a steady foot and level head, always looking forward and not behind. If we use the wisdom we have gained from our past to plant our feet in front of us, will our path become longer? I do not plan to stumble into a shallow grave. Mine will be deep and wide. For I plan to give it's digger plenty of time to prepare for my inevitable arrival. I will walk slow and steady. I will endure every drop of rain and every gust of wind. I will be thankful for every sunrise and give thanks to every sunset for being able to walk far enough down my path to be able to set my eyes upon it. I will be ever grateful to the moon for giving me light when I must walk in darkness. I will accept all pain that comes as a messenger who delivers the word that my walk is not yet over. My only hope is that my footprints will be deep enough so that those I left behind will be able to see them and know I was there, walking beside them when they needed me. Kris Hankins A bird never flies so high that it can't hit the ground |
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