The path we travel

Psalm 119:105

105 Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path.

 

Matthew 7:14 

14 Because narrow is the gate and difficult is the way which leads to life, and there are few who find it.

 

It is not how we get there, but how to get where we ought to be

 

The "chosen" path we travel ... who made it?

Why do we follow it ... to what destination?

Many traveled this path before and we know this

and where it leads ... is it to truth or damnation?

 

Who do we follow on this path through forest and field?

Are we looking upward ... or down to our feet?

If mostly staring up do we even know what it means?

Or when always looking down do we live by how we feel?

 

If glancing around in a haze are we not loosing focus here?

What if we look backwards with our hand to the plow?

Are we crisscrossing the field that is to be ready for our peers?

Won’t then the weeds prosper more as our lives shows many flaws?

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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