A Cross In The Path
by Howard Lancaster
Through his eyes for the first time I looked.
I saw the grandeur of his vision before me.
The greenness of the trees, the blueness of the skies.
The clearness of the rivers deep.
I followed the foot prints laid ahead of me.
The steps of souls before.
A pathway through the unknown is the journey.
I travel, but not alone.
Two hands are pressed upon me at a cross in the path I come.
The firmness of the dark is felt with the rising of the sun.
The wind through the trees sings its melody, a song of hope and faith.
At the cross in the path I hesitate, which direction now to take.
The path ahead it ends abrupt, crowned with a thicket of thorns.
To the left lies a path of many, a wide and well beaten trail.
To the right lies a path less worn, its lush but for a trail of two.
From the left a voice it beckons.
It confuses right from wrong.
The light in the path diminishes, then darkness does abound.
To the right there is no voice, only the wind passing through the trees.
The light in the path has no ending, it travels for eternity.
To the right my heart it’s drawn.
My feet press lightly upon the ground.
No longer is there silence.
His music is all around.
There's calmness ever present.
My soul awakened my spirit now reborn.
I will journey down this path unknown.
I'll travel, but not alone.
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