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.
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