In times of much uncertainty,
It can be hard to see a path
A walk unencumbered by darkness or demise
Might seem improbable
For there is so much vitriol. Fear-mongering. Divisiveness. Incitement.
There may seem no way worthy.
No path available; a future bleak with war.
There’s hope, however, in paths semi-forgotten
In steps untrodden
In walkways hidden under heaps of misdirection, worry, mirrors, smoke.
There are sturdy lanes to follow.
Not the blathering ones cluttered with false promises or empty bravado
But the ones one forges
With their soul.
These paths, too, are waiting
Ever present, patient, true to form.
In a time when paths seem blocked
Futures sold to the highest bidder
The loudest, richest, most shocking
To the very wrong …
There are still avenues
So if you find the path a-twisted
If you feel the weight of futures crucial to avoid,
Step yourself away from highways-into-nothing
And take instead a quiet stroll
Into your soul.
Recall respect for all that is,
The Truths that make life possible:
Compassion, not destruction
An open heart
The step by steps which widens futures
To allow companionship
The brilliance woven into threads of love
For tapestries of hope.
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