i am not a maker of promises

i am not a spinner of fine threads of dreams

i cannot weave happiness into tomorrow

though I try

life is not my own.

i follow on

i am a follower

i live by listening

and trust to grow

and grow by trusting more

still more

come along

i follow on.

my footsteps climb a path

i cannot see

i do not need to see

the Light is strong

the darkness gone

and Love blows like the wind

the breath of Life

still given not my own.

where are the promises

i have them here

where are the answers

there is but One

i follow on

the path grows hard

the stones are sharp

i follow still

beyond me and above

lies a pasture green and rich

and happiness

still given not my own

it is not mine to give.