The Path

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In the midst of a most arduous journey

Traversing a lengthy and perilous path

Where the trees will not yield their fruit

Under dark clouds displaying their wrath

 

The mind’s eye resorts to its trickery

On hearts that are too frayed to speak

Undermining their faith and resolve

Until rendered both battered and weak

 

Demons descend upon weary wanderers

Imposing contemptuous will with their say

Causing footsteps to falter and stumble

In the wreckage that obscures the way

 

Winds of doubt shift and blur boundaries

That separate the wrong from the right

Leaving the lost to grope blindly in fog

To retrieve just a glimpse of their light

 

Hope can germinate the seeds of belief

Ushering a calmness to steady the mind

To follow every true path with courage

And to leave all the false ones behind

 

 

s. paul  (Dec 2022)