Journeying

I walk along a path where puddles form,
Where mixtures in the mud reveals the work of storm.
Where bright reflections knit gay patterns in the skies,
Where cumulus of waves fly upward to my eyes.

Where riverlets descend to lower ground,
Like drippings made of slime when roilly dregs abound.
Where seepage undermines and strength gives way,
And where sinking into sin brings sadness and decay.

There life divides and stepping-stones are seen,
Where faith takes hold to re-inforce strong footing in-between.
Where decisions make a bulwark determining our goal,
When mires are bridged and mastered that muddies up the soil.

Of such...are our experiences encountered by living ,
On the sod.
Of such will be the judgement that marks,
Our way to God.


E.P. 1908 - 1989