The Right Path
I trudged through the woods
Battling the underbrush
Lost, not knowing where to go.
Only knowing that onward I must go
… A path I found
Where only a few had trodden
But doubts arose in me.
Perhaps the path was only
My imagination to keep me sane,
In a lost land ….
Repeatedly I found myself
Trudging through brambled bushes
Repeatedly I found trails
And battled with my senses.
Trails of fantasy or trails of reality?
I searched for truth
While struggling with doubts.
But onward I pressed.
In my search, markers were found.
I followed where others before me
Had found the way.
The trail grew wider and more distinct.
I knew I was on the right path.
I became a follower.
From a lost land the trail led me
Out of the forest of darkness
Into meadows of peacefulness.
It was there that I could see
At a distance behind me, tiny trails ….
Some disappearing forever
Others merging through time.
I began to understand where I had been.
I began to appreciate where I am.
I began to shout
So that others would hear,
So that others could find their way
To explore their purpose in life
As I now am.
Larry Chartrand
12/07/1992