Our Vision



We cannot choose our destiny;

Only the means of our journey!

There is a vision, a dream,

Within each of us;

This is where our place should be.



We travel searching daily ;

Building a footpath, onward.

Each moment precious, expectant;

Waiting for us to reach out;

To give account and meet responsibility.



We are in communion,

Our fellow travellers by our side;

Their path crossing as they pass;

Their way similar; maybe not as wide,

Of experiences and activities.



We choose the route we take;

Trusting in leadership from a guide.

A journey not carefree;

A place, changing in which to hide,

That we may realize that dream, Our Vision.



Apr. 30th. 1994 © Will George.


Will George Poet