THE PATH


A place I gaze upon through the mist haze
Ludicrous crisscrossing paths in confusing maze
Instinctively I choose the path that be
It leads somewhere unbeknownst to me.

Path strewn with heaps of dried petals and leaves
Long stretch of road with loops and endless curves
Sturdy old woody trees line along the sides
Graceful swaying of the boughs and rides.

Under a canopy of woodland trees in threads
My feet readily tread on the path ahead
I stride along silent streams and brooks
Scenic as in covers of children's story books.

Currents like life's perilous journey in tow
Streaming down below in eternal flow
Vast sloping hills yon, over valleys and dales
Against their backdrop the green forest veils.

Difficult tiny steps at the crossroads
On my way through the shadowy woods
Skies above clear and bright not be outdone
Wisps of cottony clouds congruent with the sun.

Sun thereat illuminates the path in every bend
Thence the Maker to meet at the road's end
Takes me where my spirit yearns to roam
Him, The Path to my eternal Home.


DELILAH CAUSIN, JANUARY 10, 2015