Your journey

You say things,
 You’d never thought you could say
You find yourself praying,
When you would normally never pray
You suddenly start noticing the green blades of the grass
And you see the meanings,
Has the mosque and the cross,
You become poise and impatient at a time,
You hear the bells, the chorus and the chimes

You have perhaps lost a loved one or a son,
Your journey in your self, has perhaps just begun!