The Path

Pss. 16: 11 Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is fulness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.

The Path

The path is one I walk down

throughout the many seasons

Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall

for many different reasons.

Trees they seem to shiver

sleeping through the cold

As life unveils  mysteries

daring to unfold.

Autumn carries whispers

of prayers through the breeze

I trek through the rubble

with God there I’m at ease

Then with undue warning

the snow sweeps right on in.

Blanketing my frigid soul

to show me where I’ve been.

The New Year thus progresses

to cradle a weary heart

I’ll strive to be the beacon

all Light will I impart.

Bursting blossoms come to life

the entrance of the Spring.

New hope I’ll give to one and all

through messages I bring.

I look back down the winding path

I’ve shared all Light with you

never letting darkness reign

on days you’ve struggled on through.

As the season changes

each one holds its own key.

The path is just a mirror

that I wish the world to see.