LifesPathway

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 fellowman:

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,that 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 all:

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 fellowman.

I hear your voice with opened ear,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,that teaches me

and the choices that I make each moment,that 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,that 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