writings on life

The Path

It’s amazing to me this is right here

This lush path along the water

With You I have no reason to fear

My Golden retriever leads the way

Next to the river

We walk among the cinnamon ferns and voodoo lilies

Banana plants aplenty

I think of my failures and all the things I’ve learned

There’s a lot of plants I can’t name

They burst in green, pink, yellow

Like frizzy hair they won’t be tamed

I look for shade but the sun breaks through

There’s a few people on the other side of the river walking their dogs too

On a Sunday morning

The sky is a brilliant blue with white painted across

Some might say we’re disillusioned but I wouldn’t call it a loss

This pleasant garden path is my favorite pew

Through the grass I spot a green snake

He blends right in

But he got me thinking

I’m grown now, on my own

No one’s thinking about me

But God and my dog

How sad yet liberating

Maybe I blend in

With sweat and frizzy hair, hiking boots

Not wanting a thing

I’m not disappointed

Nor a disappointment

I still see all the beauty

I still believe

This haven is ointment

You’re all around with Your rod and staff

There’s peace out here

One thing I plead:

Keep me on Your path

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