I slept under the stars

Felt the morning calm on my face

Marveled at great cities

Where spirts still linger and cry

Slow danced in the dark – and more

Searched for wisdom

The most costly of treasures

I learned

How I did – from all

Masters and apprentices

I spoke my mind

Even held my tongue

Stood alone – so bitterly painful

But rewarding

And I loved many

With deep courage and conviction

The proudest memory of all

As God watched

Over His child