Life's Pathway Lord, help me to focus less on earthly treasures. Clear my mind of long term goals and dreams of wealth & splendor, For with possession, comes the all consuming job of protecting, Of putting up boundaries, fences and walls, labeling all that is mine. Daring only to socialize with "My People."They too are busy Putting up walls and labeling their possessions, and their fellow man. Each day I travel down my well-marked pathway, peering neither left nor right, starring forward with eyes wide shut. I am annoyed by the clutter of people on my pathway, People who do not fit the mold, which our society has so obsessively molded. And so I fail to acknowledge the woman abused by her husband, Brothers and sisters tortured by our society, for their differences, and children abused by many. I pause just long enough to toss money at the homeless, thus proving to myself, that I am a compassionate person, but all the while, wishing they would clutter someone else's path tomorrow. And so I go, me and all "My People," day in, day out, trudging down this well marked pathway, and wondering why I feel so alone. I close my ears to the voice that whispers to me in my dreams, telling me that I have lost my way. But today I am wide-awake Lord, and feeling so ashamed of all the wasted chances to love 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 that I make each moment, which 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 molds of mankind. So who am I to judge your work, or question your intentions? If I will focus every day, not on the earthly possessions that I construct along life's pathway, but on the path, and every creation encountered, on the way; If I will reach beyond the thorns, which pierce my human flesh, and find the velvet, fragrant, blossom, of your creations, Then Love so pure and bright will flood my soul, and light the path for all of my tomorrow's. -Bobby Smith Copyright:2000(4th collection) |
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