the path

I prayed for a path and that prayer was answered and even though I sometimes wander, I know I am not lost.
Even when my faith is low
and it often is
I have roots.

The path of this life bends just so
allowing us to see enough to anticipate
but not enough to know.

It requires we have faith or take a chance or believe or pray or jump or listen or close our eyes and breathe...
to take our next step – or to run, or to sit.
When my faith falters it is time to stop and look.   
But mostly to stop.   
To feel the path beneath my feet and look out just far enough ahead to know I am still on it...
to remember that it stretches out ahead of me.

My job is only to know this and to follow.

With gratitude,


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