The path winds through dimness
Trees, bushes, shrouded in mist, line the way.
The path is unpaved, trodden grass and dirt
Stones, half-buried roots, fallen twigs make it bumpy.
Mysterious, it beckons.
I step onto it.
The path’s destination is hidden from me
Invisible through the jumbled forest and fog
Yet the general direction is known.
I’ve been invited to walk it.
It is the right path.
I move carefully.
The path is narrow, yet wide enough for both of us
He walks slightly ahead, holding back branches
Reaching back, grasping my hand in His
He leads the way confidently. He knows this path.
It is His path for me.
We walk it together.
