The Stair Case
The Stair Case
It stood before me, curving and long and awfully high.
Steps that seemed to go on forever
long and winding and narrow.
Like a twisting path in life, the staircase stretched before me
It travels both ways, either up toward the light
or, down, into a deep and darkened world of unknowns.
The stairs of life are everywhere, for everyone
Each person has his own path to follow.
Faith is required to climb this narrow path of life.
Fear drives me down the stairs to the unknown
A ray of sunshine beckons me, as I climb upwards
always encouraging me to travel on toward the mystery
that awaits.
Fear, and gloom, pressure me, as I start down the staircase
pressuring me with uncertain and halting steps toward a
place of failing and saddened events.
In this life we call ours there are choices.
Choices of good, and bad, or brave or timid.
I choose; and the climb of life awaits
the light, or the dark.
Which way to go?
By faith! Or by fear!
Dedicated to my daughter, Mary Moriarty Branch
With the love of a Father, for one who means so much.
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