All Sticks Have a Point

Keep walking stick with me for times when there's doubt, Should I get in trouble, it often helps out. It's no sign of weakness, in fact, the reverse, It helps me stay balanced, brings rhyme to life's verse. The wise have no problem, the wicked think twice, A stick you can lean on can help break the ice, It's blind to your weakness; it's there when you call, What foe knows your training, or where stick might fall? Reversed stick finds moisture, the fount of all life, Sharp points skewer issues, help deal with what's rife, Like God's staff, it comforts, like His rod it leads (And helps me have faith in the sharing of needs.) Each path's blossoms picked are God's gift but my choice, Each act of my choosing my God-given voice. Brian Johnston February 1, 2018 Poet's Notes: The walking stick referred to in this poem looks like a letter "Y" with the branch on the small end! This is the openning poem of my soon to be published first book of poetry "Beary Tales." I think of this new book as my own "The Little Prince" and it is the poetic adventures of my Teddy Bear "Bear Johnston" and myself!