The Way

THE WAY The morning light, that's blinding to the sight, breaks through the clouds into the forest deep, and wakens life from out of darkened night, into the dawn of one more date to keep. While life, the puzzle, opens to the dawn, and makes a challenge of their daily bread, my wonder is if they're depending on the grace of God, or on mere chance, instead. This raises thanks from my observing heart, that we've the fare to set our table right, and make a feast of what is just a part of bounty that's come from our nations might.        And from belief that Jesus is the way,           the light and truth that leads us, every day. © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet