I see the road ahead
It is straight and inviting
Who would not wish to proceed?
Dreams are made of conditions like these
Groups of angels on each side
Singing songs of goodness and courage
Roses of every color lie under the elevated choir
There are no thorns; only light and brightness
One studies the bible and looks for signs
What have we done to deserve this gift?
There are no answers to conceive
Only duties to contemplate and employ
Life is so mysterious and beyond us
We enter the world compromised by sin
Like a coin, both sides may be evil
We can rely only on the edge, a slippery slope
Faith is not reserved for special occasions
It must be deep within us and forever viable
There is no such thing as smooth sailing forever
We must balance everything as we move along
I think of the gray rose. It is beautiful and contemplative
Life flows along, like a river, on this very concept
Interrupted by risk and sometimes pettiness
We find our balance, now ingrained, quickly
Thinking back we see the straight road
Know we are handicapped by sin
Forgiven by the King of glory
Crowned by our acts of goodness
Stanski
January 3, 2019 ^
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