The Trail            I see it now; it's over there,         I'm coming soon with much to share.         There's so much to see along the way,         And at least one stone to collect each day.         I can't pass by the treasures behold,         For each stone has a lesson untold.         Which ones Lord, are the right ones for me,         So many are similar which ones will I need?         Big ones, smooth ones, jagged and small,         The Lord gives me strength to carry them all.         Can't spend too much time choosing just one,          or else I will find I have chosen none.                     (unfinished)     Sheila Downs                                            5-99                                Copyright ©2001 Sheila Downs   Happiness is found along the way, not at the end of the road.