A
green balloon
Or
two
A
pinetree-shaped
Sugar
cookie
Or
a card perhaps
Yes,
a card
With
a mountain scene
A
meadow
A
bird
A
meadow lark
Singing
its flute song
A
stone path
Peaks
Valleys
Harsh,
steep trails
Scorching
summer sun
Weight,
pain
Flight
Rest
Humor,
so much humor
Despite
the agony
Because
of the agony
The
journey I
Observed
From
a distance
An
onlooking friend
Cheering
Letting
her story
Change
me
How
do I celebrate
The
beauty
The
life
The
victory
How
do I say
My
spirit
Is
stirred
I
smile with you
Share
a meal
Together
Laugh
hysterically
And
weep a bit
As
you paint a picture
With
words
Of
the path
You
walked the trail
You
climbed
The
people
You
met
With
gratitude
I
receive
The
raingear
You
lend
Knowing
I too
Will
need
Protection
You
cannot hike
The
trail
For
me
A
twinkle in your
Eye
conveys you know
It
will be hard for me
As
well
I
can learn much
From
observing
You
But
must go
Myself
Must
go
Learn
the lessons
Learned
by those
Who
dare to
Step
Where
they are led
A
profound wonder
It
is
To
be led
To
follow
The
desire planted
In
the heart
The
deepest part
Of
one's being
My
friend has been
So
brave as to listen
To
the song
To
the spirit
Within
who
Leads
her
She
now sings
In
return
A
song
A
meadow song
A
tune unmatched
In
beauty
Unprecedented
In
grace
Life-giving
Grace
To
Carla, aka Meadowlark
With
so much love
From
Diane
(yet to have an aka:)
