The miracle mile....

We toil and work

scrimp and save

our head bowed down like a slave.

Our human self forgets we're free,

There's more to life than what we see.

 Lift your head and look up awhile,

it's an infinite path on the Miracle mile.

Lined with helpers along the way

other journeyers and sages

and places to play.

There is beauty and  joy around each turn,

only doom and gloom is what we've learned.

and If you can't see past today

Faith will follow you every step of the way.

Spirits and fairies, loved ones too,

watching over to help you through.

We are in such a rush to reach the end

once it's done-
you can't do it again.

The People we pass,
Opportunities too,

go by only once and lie behind you.

So stop and share,

admire and create

Adventure and Magic lie behind each gate.

Share this road and sit awhile,

enjoy the trip like a child.

and when we come to the journeys end

we will not regret the time we spend

meeting new folks and sharing some time,

learning new things and being alive.

Marianne Goldweber