In the ebb and flow of my life,
in years gone by, in moments now,
in currents, undertows that almost
did me in,
someone was there, never let me go.
I bathe myself in this love.
Because of it I did not get lost
in crossroads, curves of the years gone by.
No dead-end streets,
always an exit!
How lucky I am—someone loves me!
-Inward Journey

Robert Trabold