Pathways
Providence once was a highway, paved;
well marked by signs
and arrows to give
direction.
It became at length a winding road
through a meadow flowered;
the moments bright but
destinations unknown.
Yesterday it was rocky path
to a mountain’s peak
that bled my feet
as You led by the way.
Did these paths lead to a cliff?
A dead end of sorts
that bids me:
“Trust, child; faith,
And leap!”
No Broadcast, Personal, Poetry | Christopher Kou | 
August 5, 2010 11:27 PM
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