As I travel the sound of fallen leaves rustle beneath my heavy footsteps.
Trees void of color surround, brown, barren and lifeless against a dark sky of winter grey.
As my feet trudge along the leaf covered path thorns of the underbrush grab painfully,
sticking and pulling trying to block me from the place I am so desperately trying to reach.
Feeling lost and tired I look ahead to see a fork,
Once only one path, now two paths I face.
The path I am on though familiar a place is treacherous and lonely, its name is Despair.
The other before me is like none I have ever traveled.
It promises to lead to a place of peace and love, its name is Trust.
Timidly I place one foot on Trust,
As I hesitate I hear “this way is not easy but alone you will never be”
I take in a breath as I move both feet forward
I know the choice of path I must take.
Faithfully I follow the soft whisper voice
leading me on Trust, my new path of choice.
Written March 3, 2011, By Terri Siebert