“Life shrinks and expands in proportion to one’s courage.”
My True North Star I let go the backpack, even though it contained so many essential items for such a long walk, I only took the water, not the tent or clothing, not even the compass or map, nothing I would normally take, need, or rely on, these I left knowing that you are my true north star, my guide on this trail of life. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
Filed under astronomy, awareness, bush walking, Free Verse, life, poem, quote
 | lblooom on The Essence Of Being – a… |
 | msjadeli on The Essence Of Being – a… |
 | animar64 on I Seek All – a poem by P… |
 | Rae Cod on The Essence Of Being – a… |
 | Liz Gauffreau on I Seek All – a poem by P… |
Ruminations on Life
News Worldwide
Devotions, Healthier Life, Love-life & Lifestyles, Fashionable Trends, Education, Network Marketing Businesses, Entertainment
LET'S EXCEL-LENT TOGETHER!!!
Real World Educational Medium
Daily observations , travel and food blog
Download Driver Software
Art is Life
Dive deep into my thoughts
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
Find the inner you
Mere khayal aap tak..
Worded emotions no one cared about and were forgotten
Reclaim Your Writing
journeying the vision.
Where love finds a way!
“ ran out of things to dream ”
Ruminations on Life
News Worldwide
Devotions, Healthier Life, Love-life & Lifestyles, Fashionable Trends, Education, Network Marketing Businesses, Entertainment
LET'S EXCEL-LENT TOGETHER!!!
Real World Educational Medium
Daily observations , travel and food blog
Download Driver Software
Art is Life
Dive deep into my thoughts
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
Find the inner you
Mere khayal aap tak..
Worded emotions no one cared about and were forgotten
Reclaim Your Writing
journeying the vision.
Where love finds a way!
“ ran out of things to dream ”
parallax 
It’s a thought provoking poem. I would take the backpack, from a lifetime’s experience, but it does put true love in a pithy form.
LikeLiked by 1 person
O trust – I would too, the metaphor wouldn’t leave me alone though – thank you for sharing this.
LikeLike
Whether it’s a trusted loved one or God, sometimes there is nothing else to do. Faith *can* carry one through. Beautiful poem, Paul
LikeLiked by 1 person
Great observation Lisa – yes to that.
LikeLiked by 1 person
What a lovely poem! I enjoyed reading. Love at its peak!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Ah yes, at its peak indeed – thank you.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yes. You’re most welcome, my friend. 🏅🤝
LikeLiked by 1 person
Trusting soul!
LikeLiked by 1 person
O indeed 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
LikeLiked by 1 person
🙂
LikeLike
Tender and warm Paul! 💕
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you for feeling this Cindy ❤️
LikeLiked by 1 person
You’re welcome Paul! 💖
LikeLiked by 1 person
Pingback: My True North Star – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon – Nelsapy
Many thanks 🙂
LikeLike
What a beautiful poem
>
LikeLiked by 1 person
Glad you found it so 🙂
LikeLike