Again And Yet Again Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

In life I've traveled highways
built by the hand of man
but always fell and stumbled
again and yet again

The lanes and sidewalks narrowed
as I paid time it's toll
until I reached a detour
around a gaping hole

I always had been cautious
obeying every sign
but now my gaze turned upward
I'd reached the finish line

And then I saw a highway
appearing from above
and saw the Master reaching
his hand to me with love

Today I travel gently
on paths that do not bend
well-worn by friends of Jesus
again and yet again.