footpaths

strength
strength

Imagine
Footpaths…

You are
A child…

Which one
Do you choose…

Knowing not
Of
Right or wrong
You pick the path
In full bloom
Long, skinny stemmed
Wild sunburst yellow daisies
Laying lazily
Soaking up the
Mid day sun
Kiwi and lemonade grasses
Lean and tall
Dance to the rhythm of
The summer breeze
A slight gurgle of water
Catches your sight
As you watch
Minnows skirt downstream
As the brilliant orange
Goldfish
Make their way
Up,
Against the tickling current
Of aqua waters
Tiny slugs cling to mossy rocks
As baby bullfrogs croak out
The melody
Come,
Come,
Come, sit and play a while…

This footpath
Beckons you
You lift your tiny toes
point your face the the heavens
and begin…

As you approach
A red flash catches your eye
A tiny,
Minuscule
Bird
Flits
Left
Right
Left
Right
Then lands upon
A long low
Cascading branch
Of shamrock green leaves
Bold golden fruits
Hang from the appendage
As his wings
Flutter faster than you can blink
His long, soft brown beak
Pierces the fruit
Nourishing him
Bone
To wing
Below
Tall grey heron
Lurk
Quietly waiting for
The almond colored stream
To push forth
Just one
Ample fish
Large enough to satiate
Their empty bellies…
You are tempted to jump
Into the tranquil scene
To chase the wild birds
Suck the juicy fruit
Taste the sweet fish
To hang your body
Amongst the cradling branches
Of the soft weeping willows arms
Sleeping like a
New born baby…
you can feel and smell
the clean, warm blanket
from the dryer
all at once you are cradled
in the palm of God’s hand…

Then darkness
Encompasses you
Calls
Screams out your name
To enter
To begin
To walk
Through the shadowed
Curtain
Of a realm
Unknown to the human soul…
Melodic notes fill your
Entire being
Sweet fragrance
Tickles your nose
A perfect mixture of
Cool and warmth
Envelope you
Curl themselves around your
Entire body
Lifting you
To the middle
Wanting to give you
The ride of your life
Hovering
Somewhere between
Good
And
Evil…
trapped between
stained memories
and the nubby, barnacled shell
of life
you feel the pull
to escape
to a world
only scene in your own mind
yet felt within your soul…

The center,
the Nautilus,
The circle
Connecting
These three footpaths
Is beaten flat
As if many bodies
Have lain here in wait
For the calling
of God
To become so loud
So inviting
They cannot
Will not
Turn their back
To choose another…

You lie down
Curl up
Like a baby
In her mother’s womb
Feeling the
Beating of all
Three paths
Within your blood…

You want it all
You don’t wish to choose
You stretch out
Legs long and ready
Arms straight and strong
You choose faith…

In doing so
Your body
Merges with the three
Footpaths
Wrapping you in hues
Unknown to the human eye…

Imagine
Your life
With a
Myriad
Of streams…

Imagine
Having the
strength
To choose…
listening
To the Lords call…
You,
Your soul,
His voice-
You
choose
Faith…