A Trampled Path

Looking through a glass darkly,

I see the plank in my own eye.

Loving with weakening arms,

I cannot carry the weight I once did.

But I do my part, if only that

Which leads me down a trampled path

In a clearing, in my athletic shoes.

Safe in my mind, with reckless abandon,

I drive my car down the street.

Obstacles escape my path.

I am new to this world.

Why not?

It’s worth a try.


Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger

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