Keep Going

I looked out upon a stand of trees,
With a trail that could go anywhere,
The leaves of the trees waggled,
Blown round in capricious wind.

Sorrowful for their confusion,
I wanted to help them in some way,
Because choices have to be made,
Even in the face of uncertainties.

I went on and soon, the trail split,
Neither path was certain,
I knelt, despite the mud of life,
To ask which direction I should go.

I smiled when the answer became clear,
Neither path was full, or free, of danger,
But I had all the tools I needed,
Here, in my bag of prayers.

So, I went on,
Enjoying the sunshine,
The mountains,
The trees and streams.

And when I came upon uncrossable rivers,
Unbearable cold, or a trails end, I only
Had to reach into my bag of prayers, to
Keep going.

December 21, 2022