Like stepping stones across the water
so are the times I spend with you.
Some are spaced quite far apart,
while others nearly touching;
some are large, some are very small;
some just plain and ordinary.
Some are gems I'll cherish all my days,
while others simply make me laugh.
Each a treasure of its own,
they dot the view before me
beckoning like pearls in the sun;
and glisten in the distance behind.
Each day I face the rushing river,
with both its fury and its calm.
I can travel self-assured,
knowing I am not alone,
for just around the next corner
there is another stepping stone.
