Faith

The ancient way
Narrow but worn
A leveled path with valleys and hills
A difficult trail to follow

Staring at my feet as I walk
A normal cadence in my step
Winding down the trail
The way is clear

What happens to the path?
It disappears up close
I walk on in the fog
Other paths are more visible
Easier ways to the same end?

How did I start this way?
I can’t remember the beginning

Men’s voices in the room
The fog lifts
The ancient path is seen
Lines on my hand

Smelling the Sun
Drinking deep
The rocks and the birds sing
A King’s road