WENDING WAYS:

Although I am weary & wary, I´m wending my way,

Through bright moony nights & the sunshine of day,

I tiptoe through dark forests & deep bluebell woods,

Passing old wells, wolves & chanting Druids in hoods,

With pixies peep-peeping & brown bears deep sleeping,

I know I am safe in the forest folk´s gentle soft keeping.                                   

I wend my melodic way, through Viennese old dance halls,

Gliding through cloisters & churches of mossy stone walls,

Tripping thru fields of red poppies & pretty white daisies,

Beneath raindrops, snowflakes & skies dark, grey & hazy,

I plod through clouds of black sadness & thick heavy mud,

Through every season, till I see spring´s first flowering bud.

Wending all ways, over oceans, seas & through many skies,

Walking through time, from birth until the day that I´ll die,

Walking in spirit, down paths & those long winding roads,

Shedding as I go, life´s tribulations & it’s sad heavy loads,     

And so when my time comes, to go to God´s waiting side,

I shall wend my way home, knowing that I had really tried.