Poem: The Journey

Dusty my feet.

Each speck, speaks of things seen or done along life’s way.

Enriched with gold I say.

The patina of me knocks to the opening door .

Upon the floor, the dust is washed away.

Remains the gold,

His words invite, they hold.

Me shining , for this new day.

A journeys end I’m whole,

My home, my soul, my way.

Liam 2018 Feb.