Wandering along a path,
distant from others,
yet among them.
The path twists
and turns.
Crossing others
but not connecting.
One foot in front of the other.
Wandering,
watching,
dreaming…
Along the way
the path
changes,
from sandy uncertainty
to rock-solid hope
and many options
in between.
Constantly interrupted
by grassy pastures of
peace.
Accompanied by a
warm, still voice.
Constantly echoing
promises of hope and joy.
Whispering into the
shady forgotten corners
of your mind.
Igniting the cold coals
that were buried
deep within.
Starting a flame
that will guide
through the mazes
of paths that seem
to close in all around.
The journey may be
long, disappearing into
the unknown.
However, each
step is invaluable.
Despite the glares
and shrugs
given from conjoined
paths all around.
Your path might
seem small and insignificant
to those around.
However, a life
is not measured by
what others see
but rather by
the One who
sees all.
POET: Jharne Duke