Along the Way

 Andrea K. Rogers

Andrea K. Rogers

Along the way
from there to here
when lost when hungry
and when far from home
some stranger knew me
embraced me there
Along the way

Along the way
a lighthouse gleams
in warning of calamity
yet in a fog I do not see
but heed the chiming
of the buoy’s bells
Along the way

Along the way
beside the spring
a cup’s been left me
by an unnamed friend
with the cup a word
All grace is a gift
Along the way

“Across the reefs of coral that scrape the keel —
O veteran immersed from toe to crown,
Buoy the population of the soul
Toward their destination before they drown.” ~ Robert Pinsky


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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5 Responses to Along the Way

  1. Maureen says:

    love the quote, and the poem. There are always way-stations along the way.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. along that way, some of us have found refreshment in the discovery of the WordPress community


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