LINES OF THOUGHT © 2013

There are paths, carved in the ground,

Long before reason came to be,

They were already trails, secret, profound,

Before there were those who could see.

And all those who pass through there,

With steady steps but a heart so light,

Carry within them a faith they share,

For it is this strength that never takes flight.

They are ways of life, of story and light,

That time has kept, in silent embrace,

And those who tread know what feels right,

It’s the divine echo, the touch of grace.

Ancient paths, where truth resides,

That guide those who believe, without doubt,

For it is in faith, in pure humility,

That the soul finds what life is about.

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