Life by Design, the Mystery

The beginning…the path… the course laid
How does it twist…turn, become what it has been?

The path of ones past…there behind…on the ground
Trodden by the many steps, lead to what the future has…
By design? By choice?

As each life is played and affects others
How then…can we claim our path our own?

My path…so intertwined with so many…
Where do my steps begin…theirs end?

My children…my heart…their steps
Mine…as one…as many…
The same…and not

Their steps…as they walked across my heart
The life so much a part of mine
To take flight…to become…their own

The One…
Took flight before her time…
To leave my steps so broken and her path so empty

Yet…the path I could see was not where she trod
For hers was but by a Greater Design…
To go where the angels play

Leaving my steps to linger in the before…
To walk the path of broken dreams…
To capture what was not…
And…could never be

If I but look behind…to see the remains…
Of the hopes and dreams I once held…
I miss the light…the beauty…
Of her path by Another’s Design

And…in my look behind…I would miss the steps
Taken by my side…
The ones walking the path of this time…
The beauty of their lives…steps to be their own

Though they lead away from the path I would lay…
To theirs…a way not mine

Their steps…as they walk across my heart…
A life so much a part of mine
To take flight…To become…
Their path yet to be…
By a Greater Design

Their steps and mine…as one…as many…
The same…and not