Our lives are our paths
Crawled and walked throughout the years;
Some run straight, and some are maze-like, some dead ends and some seem endless.
Downhill, uphill, divided or twisted back to where you began.
Walk your life’s path:
amble slowly and feel the breeze; scamper quickly to run towards home.
Gather flowers at the side of the road;
Plant a tree from the pinecones at your feet.
Walk forward among the twigs and grasses; climb the boulders and cross the sands
carrying the pebbles in your shoes and the wildflowers in your hair.
Collect your found dreams in your pockets and strew blessings along your way.
Know that you blazed a trail; lead the way forward for others following.
Ronda R. Scott-Marak
© 24 August 2019
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