The agony of staring at the path ahead
And not knowing if you are strong enough
The incline seems too steep to even consider
And not knowing if you are strong enough
The incline seems too steep to even consider
But I look more deeply, more carefully
And see a waterfall with rainbows in the spray
A stag high on a precipice, gallant and bold
Birds wheeling through the blue skies
Lifted, their wingtips angled, skilfully soaring
How I love my path
I can lie down and inspect it's stones, dust, dips and hollows
Push my hand into the gravel to receive it's knobbly sharpened feedback
I am here
There is no other way
Rest awhile on the lush grass by the side
Let the sun warm you
And just for now,
When you regain your position,
Keep your eyes on the path at your feet
