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Life's Pathway |
Lord help me to focus less on earthly treasures. Clear my mind of long term goals, and dreams of wealth and splendor. For with possessions, comes the all consuming job of protecting, of putting up boundaries, fences, and walls, labeling all that is mine. We dare only to socialize with "Our People" They too are busy, putting up walls, labeling their possessions, and their fellow man. Each day we travel down our well-marked pathway, peering neither left nor right, staring forward, with eyes wide shut. We are annoyed by the clutter of people on our pathway, people who don't fit the mold, which society has so obsessively molded. And so we fail to acknowledge, or take action, on behalf of the woman abused by her husband, brothers, and sisters tortured by our society, for their differences, and children abused all over the world. We pause just long enough to toss money at the homeless, who clutter our pathway, thus proving to ourselves , and the world, that we are compassionate people. We dare not let our thoughts recall the many stories of our veterans making up a large number of the homeless, no, it is easier to believe the vacant stares come from achohol abuse, or mental illness. And we can't fix the world, can we. And so we go, with all "Our People," day in, day out, trudging down that well maked path, and wondering why we feel so alone. We close our ears to the voice that whispers to us in our quiet times, telling us that we have lost our way. But today I am wide awake Lord, and feeling so ashamed of all the wasted opportunies, to care for my fellow man. I hear your voice with opened ears, telling me the pathway I traveled yesterday is gone, and tomorrow's pathway is yet to come. Today is all I have. And it is the journey of this day, which teaches me, and the choices I make each moment, that builds the pathway of tomorrow. So thank you Lord, for reminding me that you are the creator, not I. Yes you, and only you, hold the original mold of mankind. So who am I to judge your work, or question your intentions? Help me Lord, to focus not on earthly possessions, and walls, which I've collected along life's pathway, but on the path itself, and every creation encountered along the way. If I will reach beyond the thorns, which pierce my human flesh, and find the velvet, fragrant, bloom, of your creation... Then your Love so pure, so bright, will flood my soul, and light the path for all of my tomorrows. ~Bobby Smith (copyright 2000, 4th collection) |
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