Presented from my eternal place of rest
Promised to stay for a while under duress
Allowed to play in this space call time
Given a space to slowly claim as mine
This travel will hold my hand to reassure
A pilgrimage embarked on to endure
This lonesome traveler in an uncertain land
Extended a hand by a jolly old band
Yearned for what's behind every twist or turn
May happily greet my presence all on my own
Then to know a path that only I can take
Found a space to be occupied for old time sake
Then at the zenith of my life's welcomed visit
A certain thing, no one, even me can't resist
A faltering presence stares at me, continually smile
Changes come in and out of me, given for a while
So what have you done with this that's me
Standing at a cross road, nothing I'm worthy
All that I'm given in trust from such I'll depart
Crying out to be returned to what was at the start
In all of my journey, I'm never on my own
Every fiber in me, points to a path leading home
Uniqueness exquisitely met, yet for many regrets
Many as this for time, wither away, soon we forget
Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.