The stories of our lives never cease to matter,
Though they move all about and sometimes they scatter.
They find their way back, piling high like autumn leaves,
Swirling in during joy or when our heart grieves.
The meanings they bring us are worthy of attention,
For searching out wisdom and clear intention.
It's a glimpse with a purpose to find what we'll learn,
From the painful or joyful we feel ourselves turn
To understanding, acceptance, forgiveness, too.
Compassion floats in with its grateful, loving view.
So priceless together: effortful, effortless.
They each take their turns, sculpting us to our best.
Resist the temptation to refuse looking back,
For it reveals your life's purpose and keeps you on track!