LIFE'S
JOURNEY
I heard an
owl call my name one night
when,
through its poignant beckoning,
I awoke.
Not knowing
how or why,
but only
that I had arrived,
I stepped
forward,
following
its call down the path
that led
beyond
the fears,
frustrations
and
pettiness of life
and onto
the inevitable road
leading to
my final journey.
Beth Good, for her brother who died in 1988
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