ON THE PATH
Little did we know, little did we see, little did we think we had, till we saw what we are.
Abundance in a spark, Forever in a moment, A god in the flesh. We held our solidarity in the hopes of seeing beyond and then, it came to us. Whatever that we were looking for sat right before us. Clutter, clustered were our thoughts and so we roamed in the dark. Unsettling with our journey so we searched for more. With every state of our being, the inner man yearn for us to see. For us to settle and for us to grow. We need not lie to our selves ,for we know that all this while ,it sat staring at us.
Now that the blindfold is torn, we see ourselves in a place of our doings, to carry our cross and begin our journey. Your journey won’t be understood but by the conviction of your soul, do follow on your path.
Not to lie, it meets many thorns and vile, but don’t dwindle and die. It is heavy and almost weary. But look unto the cross where you will find the peace ,and that at the end, you will see him who led you even when you didn’t see. With a soft touch, you will know that this path leads to the quenching of the soul.
A sojourner
Alby
Ffood for thought and we will do well to meditate on it.