Travelers

We all have one vocation,
Given us by God,
To do our very best,
His Plan is never flawed.
Some will sing the songs,
That spread across the land.
Others write the words,
Thoughts willed into their hand.
Some will build the chapels,
In which to kneel and pray,
And others give their guidance,
In hopes that we'll not stray.
One will grow the wheat,
Another bake the bread.
Some will tend the children,
And some will tend the dead.
One will gather flowers,
And share them for a smile,
Some will take Life's torch
And go that extra mile.
And some will be a friend,
Reaching in our heart,
Unlocking all the doors,
With freedom to impart.
So take each day and fly,
Leaping if you must,
And have not one regret,
When you're buried in the dust!

Sharon Frye
May 7, 2002