#our path

The Journey

Sometimes, our path is darkened,

Picked out in shades of night,

Where shadows weave to tell us

To leave behind the light

Sometimes, our path is stony,

Littered with hurt and pain,

Rocks snagging round our ankles,

A hard and growing strain

Sometimes, the way is treacherous

A giant, sucking bog

Waiting just to drag us down

Beneath a cloak of fog

We may wish to turn around

Go back the way we came;

That way now, is blocked to us

Goes by another name

Though stony, boggy, darkened

Dry with choking dust

There is still a path beneath our feet

So, we can only trust

That if we keep on walking

If we raise our aching soles

Continue, on our journey

For all its trials and tolls

The path will once more widen

Will again be firm and sure

Even with the weight we carry

Even if different than before

We will keep on walking

Despite the twists and bends

‘Til there’s no more path to travel

And our own journey ends

So, raise your chin, look ahead

Boldly take each stride

No one’s alone on this journey

We all walk side by side

S P Oldham