The Road

As the days
Like leaves go by
Golden, red and brown
They lay a path
Set by His hand
Gently on the ground

This way He says
My child go forth
With breezy whispering words
Enjoy the time
Pace your walk
Watch ahead for curves

There's times
The road is straight
And narrow most the way
He'll lay His cloak
Across the parts
That underfoot will sway

So take His hand
Don't loose your hold
Your sight upon Him too
The road He takes
Is the one He makes
Especially for you

This poem won second place for the June 2006 poetry contest