Poems

Path of Life

I traveled this path for awhile now.

Alone, walking, stumbling, moving onward.

The dirt, the sand, the grass below,

The sun, the moon, the heavens above.

The path goes on and on,

It never ceases.

Many stops have I made,

Many backtracks have there been.

But always forward do I end.

Lessons have been learned,

Mistakes have been made.

I look to God my Father,

To get me through each day.

He leads me, He stops me,

But no matter what,

He is always there.

Wait, what’s this I see?

Another traveler just like me?

She’s alone, walking, stumbling,

But always moving onward.

I can’t believe it’s possible,

That on this path parallel to me,

There is a stranger

Who is alone, scared, happy as can be.

I ignore this person.

And continue towards the unknown.

It seems with every chance,

I stop to take a glance.

But the lonely stranger continues,

Just like me.

Walking, stumbling, alone, but always moving onward.

I take a risk and I wave to this stranger,

But nothing.

I wave again,

This time, a smile.

Yet so far?

Father, I prayed, what do you want me to do?

Should I stop or should I continue?

No response.

Confused, scared, happy,

All at once does my heart feel.

I asked again,

Father, what do you want me to do?

Should I stop or should I continue?

Again no response.

So I decide to continue

Walking, stumbling, alone,

But always onward.

In the distance I see a mountain,

Standing there so bold, so strong.

Nothing could knock it down.

It gets nearer and nearer

Larger and Larger.

But wait, the stranger is heading there.

What do I do.

Did I go the wrong way?

The mountain comes nearer

Faster and Faster.

The stranger gets closer and closer.

The mountain comes closer and closer.

All at once the stranger’s path meets mine.

Scared, worried, happy am I

Scared, worried, happy is the stranger.

Where are you headed I asked?

Along the path she replied.

I was amazed,

Our paths were headed in the same direction,

Yet they meet.

So we begin to climb.

Higher and higher do we get.

Beauty beyond our dreams do we see.

We climb faster and faster,

Closer and Closer to the top do we get.

I slip,

Down do I fall,

But she follows

And pulls me back up

So we continue,

Not knowing what is ahead,

But walking, climbing, falling, stumbling,

Hand in hand, praying, always onward together.

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