Twisted, narrow, skinny road
One direction my heart to hold
A fate unclear, a path unmarked
Under this perception do I embark
Unsightly, rocky, hidden path
Necessary use of a sturdy staff
Unpredicted findings, undiscovered ways
Yet boldly I venture within the haze
Tiny, blurry, far-lost print
A hope amidst confused torment
Now strengthened traveler, new lighted eye
If the choice is Guidance, I will not go awry
Becca
1 comment:
Hey Becca----Can we go hiking on that trail---what a beautiful picture and thoughtful poem. Have a good day! Kathy
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