The Paths We Follow Poem by Gerry Legister

God is the beginning of every step I take

He is the beginning of every plan I make.

God was before the beginning of time,

To us, the events in history are sublime.

These are the refine paths that is hidden,

Beyond the mind are graven images given.

Some roads on which we are reluctant to trod,

we are left behind in footsteps made by God.

We have the choice of paths to follow,

Creating your fantasy, joy, and sorrow

On earth, past lives are hidden in the ground,

Asleep, the soul makes only a silent sound.

Emotions we allowed to have lived inside,

We made them wise to swallow our pride.

Passing through storm clouds, water, and fire,

He does not need to rush to makes us lighter.

At the end of our days, God is in full control,

A higher power makes decisions over a soul.

It may be the end of this present mortality,

But the beginning of newness in glory.

God can make the explorer reach higher,

Everything comes down to the final chapter.

In morphism, we exist instead of elimination,

Processing beliefs, in the age of regeneration.

To follow our own paths leads to nowhere own,

In the ground, we find silent habitats alone.

Mindfulness is a being experiencing inner peace,

The spiritual quest develops joy bliss and ease.

Where nature indicates to lead a life of truth,

Truth is supreme by a million of visible proof.