The Passage

The Passage

From place of comfort

     we face the unknown,

unaware of all the beauty to come.

On the other side

     excitement builds,

as our loved ones await our arrival.

We don't want to leave

     this place that we know,

immigrating to a new world called home,

but we cannot stay,

     we have to move on

so to ensure our spirit's survival.

We press through the pain;

     in fear we let go,

to travel through the dark passage alone.

For one brief moment

     it seems all is lost;

then comes the light, the breath, the revival.  

Copyright © 2015 Mary Grace Wallace