On Returning Sean to Vermont

Time was notches
On a walking stick
To remind the traveler.
Moments worthy,
Glorified and vilified.
Neither one denied

Love was metered
But not in measure;
In the awe of the abundance.
Moments mattered.
Heart fill and break,
And neither one forsake

Rest was elusive,
Quiteness could be trouble
To an anxious spirit.
Calmness was a goal
Not pursued.
The demons would intrude

To know the traveler
Is to know a trip worth taking.
Thru mountain pass
And darkest alleys
To join him on his quest.
To time, to love, to rest

[Jae]

To rest, to rest, to rest

[Kevin Wallace]

@lifepause original last line :) Thanks, Jae :)

[Call me Joe]

👍👍👍

[Kevin Wallace]

@joemuli thank you, Sir

[Amrita]

To know the traveller... very moving...

[Kevin Wallace]

@amrita21 spread his ashes where he buried his pup, years ago. Thank you for your contribution, Dear Lady

[Ashley]

I am moved to tears. So very sorry for your loss...

[Kevin Wallace]

@shesnapped I was too. Thank you for your contribution 💓