The Path

(Pathways Three)

There is a path, along Wild Brush road.
It twists and turns.
Goes up a hill, down a valley, up another hill.

The path goes on and on.
As do we who walk it.
Picking up thistles along the way.

The knees hurt.
Petition for rest -
That is not forthcoming.

The path is hard.
It's not easy.
Although it should be second nature.

Comfortable like a favorite pair of jeans.
Worn in.
But never, ever fading away.

It's a way of life.
We are suppose to live.
To put in to practice.

Not just to listen to -
Like the book.
Read aloud in church.

We are to love others as ourselves.
And it's hard.
And we fail.

That's alright.
Jeans are meant to be dusted off after a fall.
Like sin is washed away by Jesus's love.

So, the path is hard.
There are miles to go.
Before we rest, before we rest.

K.J.K.  - 11/2/2014