Guide meridian

Guide meridian, Randomly and dimly lit at times,my gravely path of pebble's.Few road signs to point the direction.a way station every not so fair 50 miles or so.Finding a gray cot, using my coat as my pillow. Where it takes me, I know not,but faith and grit have drug me this far,showing a traveler many tales.Weaving a tapestry of purpose,pointing  the way to prayed for salvation.Suggesting the rewards,while teasing with the unknown.Sculpting a background of experience.a mosaic of purpose.Testing each learned skill,choosing to turn away from easier more traveled intent. Not knowing where my Meridian might finish,yet grasping what it has brought me from,and guided me through.
 My Guide Meridian may not be the smoothest adventure,or offer the security of a well marked road.I may single my self out for greater strife,reaping my own prize. I have passed up greater opportunity,turning away from the better lighted alleyway's.This well worn trail has been laid by the best,and with dogged determination I pursue them.So even in not knowing where it ends,I can find meaning in the walk.Time to listen to my own thoughts,while considering others. Unknown and difficult it may be,it's not a destination I seek.but the means of getting there.The honest pursuit of a goal,punctuating the lesson.so I can reflect,and be proud of the Journey when I arrive.With the hopes others may choose to follow,reflecting in all of the little rewards.
  Julie D.D. 4/21/2009