Trails

Facing this road ahead, I turn my face to the light’s warm spread, And wonder why my feet are here to grace This trail well-worn. Snaking in a white twist Through woods that whisper and air turned crisp, to whisk me away to lands far beyond And skies of joy. Boots splitting the branches, Heaving footsteps on terrain used much, This thoroughfare has no life nor love nor fresh comfort wise. Treading along, hearing deep songs of promise beyond that fill My bag of hope with bounty and plod towards My lofty goal. Suddenly, my feet cease In a crease of the grove where roads cross, Where heart’s desires meet noble choices and eyes lift high. And I know that my world Can never seize the power that shaped me strong, and the journey belongs to Him who says, “I Am.” Shifting my load to this New road, I glance behind to glimpse the past, The land is His; the choice is mine, in this Beauty-packed woods.