In the spring

In the spring
an old vine will become new
and grow from the hill top
to the river for you

Across the river
it does grow
to make a bridge
for your feet to safely go

But as you cross
you forget to look
and the vine pushes your body
into the current of soot

Lord have mercy
your soul cries out
and looks to heaven
for a glowing light

The vine realizing
what is done
reaches down
and brings you up into the warming sun

So you finish your journey
across the bridge
and your life begins
as you turn and forgive

Traveler On The Path