We bob along, carried by the current, ideas and dreams in tow.
Wondering if we’ve already passed this place and how many times.
Uncertain, yet, certain.
Weary, but willing to be transformed.
Weary, but willing to discover the path that we have been invited to travel.
Bobbing along, puzzled at the rate of this journey,
Fueled only by the gentle wind that whispers hope in the rustling leaves and the rippling waters.