12 January 2013
I look across the open field
Nothing can compare to what seems real.
I come across a river of old
The water is lined with stepping stones.
One jump
Lands on a stone.
Second jump,
A little to close
To the water.
As I come to a close,
Of jumping on these lovely stepping stones I think about my life before,
And how it was filled with strife and war.
The stepping stones give me an idea,
And I realise that life is like a huge, great river.
The stepping stones are the life ahead.
But they carry on after death
And into the beyond
Stepping Stones • Opuss № I