Homeward

I'm on my way towards my destiny,

And chance upon a verdant wooded land

With trees and lakes and endless shrubbery

That I must pass to reach to somewhere grand.

Each tree, each lake and every shrub within

Does bear a sign divine, or so inspired;

I'd gladly follow each but can't begin,

For knowledge to divine them is required.

And then I come upon a glade from where

Four paths diverge, each splendid and well trod,

And each takes from the wilderness its share

Of what it willed within the will of God.

And while each path may help me ford a stream

Or get around a stubborn hill or two,

Each runs a course directed to redeem

The one who treads upon it soft and true.

Will I display my arrogance and shun

The labors those before me had begun,

Or will I choose to humbly choose a path

And stay upon it till my journey's done?

The means are many, but the end is one.