Different stages, different places,
Yet we all arrive at the same end.
So many faces, varied paces,
Still puzzled by the turns life sends.
Why do people chase so many races,
Convinced each winding trail will blend?
Believing knowledge, strength, and graces
Alone are enough to transcend.
We climb the ladders pride has built,
Collect applause like precious gold.
Yet hearts grow restless, touched by guilt,
For fame grows thin and quickly cold.
We search for meaning in the noise,
In fleeting thrills that never last.
Mistaking freedom found in choice
For peace that anchors strong and
Yet hope is here,no need to fear,
No need to wander, lost, alone.
The cross has made the pathway clear,
Through Christ we find our truest home.
Different stages, different places,
But grace invites us to ascend.
Through every trial life embraces,
In Him we find our journey’s end.
MARYANN BOSAH 