Forever Strong Guide

For about a week I’d found that I’d lost

Any sense of the poetry of Frost.

No routes could be called much less traveled by

In a place where people number so high.

While I think of hist’ry in centuries

In China this is far surpassed with ease;

For there, millennia make history

With a scope beyond my reality.

Diff’rent dialects around the country.

Amazing things to smell, taste, hear, and see.

Such people and things over so much time

Brings a question to the front of my mind

How does each person turn out who they are?

Some with lighter complexions and some dark?

Some in spaces so amazingly small?

Some in life who just seem to have it all?

Asking about more than a billion souls

Now and back through a historical whole

Makes my existence feel very tiny

A blink in the span of eternity.

The question I’d posed where I had been found

Made me feel compelled to turn it around.

To ask about my own reality

I find a clarified answer for me.

Despite billions of asks I always find

While searching the deepest parts of my mind

That my authentic forever strong guide

Is the love for others I have inside.

To show.  To share.  To live.  Forever true.

To give of myself to the so many who

Cross my path even for a short time

Enriching the eternity of mine.