Photo by: Liz Corbett
Words by: Marlene Dunham
(Inspired by my friend Liz Corbett’s photograph)
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The path
unveils a choice.
Its’ mere presence beckons
“come hither”.
I vaguely hear its’ voice.
Promising hope,
Peace,
Glory.
Perhaps a new life,
re-writing my story!
Is there still time?
Will life change for good
when I open that gate,
follow that path
and step into that wood?
Or will darkness descend
to pluck the confidence
that in my youth I could
only pretend -
to possess.
With age, does wisdom grow?
Should I not be satisfied with
the status quo?
Is fear of the unknown a catalyst
or constraint;
To walk the winding road
behind the gate?
The path
unveils a choice.
The gate will open or close
I may continue on my way,
be content (such sage advice)
or step across its threshold.
But if I do –
How will I know
Which way to go?
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“The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step.”
Lao Tzu
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I see our friend’s images inspire both of us.
~R~
:-) / R
Thanks Frank - enjoy your Florida evening (I'm still getting through the afternoon)
How will I know
Which way to go?
You'll know. Somehow, you'll know.
when you open that gate.
& if there's a path, you'll know which way to go,
or not, which is the delicious bit
about being alive ;-)
I love gates, & paths, & your friend's photo, & this poem.
HUGGGGGGGGGG
I like what Kim has to say and I think he might just be right ...when the gate is open and we take that first step, life will change for good.
John: Look you've written a poem, too! :)
Margaret - I believe you're probably right. I've always felt that too.
Kim: Thank you for your kind words. I agree with you. Life would be pretty dull if we stayed on the same path and took no risks.
Linda: Thanks. Gates don't completely close you out (or in)
Little Kate: Your too kind (mutual admiration society!!) Here's to change, my friend!
I'm sure many of us have often reached a phase of pondering which path to take, but better take chances than remain static.
As I read this morning ... I wonder ... if wisdom always grows ... deepening ... deepening ... and somehow ... opening ...
This picture and your poem ... will stay with me.
Somehow ... I hope ... the heart ... will know ...
A photograph, a scene at the grocery store, hearing a phrase..
I actually spotted a plane flying in here one afternoon, circling low in the sky toward our little rural airport, and thought to myself "It looks too big for our small runway" and immediately was imagining a tale about an emergency landing of a jumbo jet on a small private plane runway in a country town :D.
Your poem rolls out from that photograph perfectly :).
Rated for inspiration, wherever we find it.
rated with love