Journey Half-round moon Solid in the midnight sky Steady on its arc across the night. Silent stars at vigil Bright companions in the boundless journey, Circling on a separate course But meeting now and then in friendly passing. Faithfully they travel on Oblivious to us, this tiny globe, Millions of voyagers, millions of journeys Miles of choices ahead. Some travel on a steady arc Hardly a waver or whisper of doubt. Others halt and falter, Opting to drop anchor rather than Plunge into uncharted skies Not knowing One has drawn the map. One has sailed the skies, set the course, Walked the roads. Gone before. The hand that gave form to all Celestial and terrestrial Reaches out to be taken. The voice that gave birth to all Earthly and ethereal Whispers to every wanderer. . . "Follow Me."

~~Erin Metcalf~~ © 1997