I walk down a path and I see a fork
As I approach I see there is a sign
I read it and ignore the warnings
I take a
step and slip I look back but I know better
I carry on and pull myself along
There is no light and I try to
make some
I can feel the warmth of a fire
at my back
Yet I try to burn some damp sticks
In my rush to do it my way I run
from the flame
I break wood and blow on kindling
yet I have no flame
All I try amounts to nothing
Yet when I turn to the flame it
is still there
It is still warm
The reason as I see it
This poem is
about my walk in faith, and the
rather miserable time that I have had for a while.
I've known the right path for my
life but foolishly have had the idea
that I could create my
own path that was somehow
better. The more I would go and turn away the lonelier I would
be yet I would turn from
the one place where I can have fellowship and acceptance with out
any sort of pretence. Above all it is the idea that no
matter how far down the wrong path I
go I can come back.
