I walk a trodden path, scarred with remains
of those who came before. Entwined are bits
of history, discreet stories of heartache and lore.
As I attempt to discover the ties that bind me
to this ancestral path, I suture my own chapter
into lingering stitches that compose this trail.
Long forgotten footprints form a hidden way.
Each of my steps is unique, set apart from the rest.
And interwoven in those prints lies a remedy
to each and every challenge that I face.
A remedy, which can only be given free
rein when I have achieved a steady stride.
Days gone by etched lessons of regret and
gratitude upon my mind. An unremitting film
plays meticulous memories I leave behind.
Scenes unravel themselves and their remnants
trail a million miles. Lengths forever stained
with bittersweet tears and brilliant smiles.
A fixed hourglass, life is slowly transpiring
like sand frozen in time. Enduring steps trail
voiceless cantos that with age will prove to be
sublime. Once the Lord’s destiny I meet, I’ll be
but a breath in another’s stride. A part of it
forevermore, I will never mislay my
confidence in this trodden path.