Each One Walks A Path Alone Poem by Laurie Harrah Gain

Each one walks a path alone,
A path that leads to God.
And along that journey home
The winding turns have trod.

Friends and loved ones point the way
Or, lovingly, deter.
Or foes, in an ironic way
The higher senses stir.

Sometimes our roads are parallel,
Sometimes they intersect.
Sometimes they wander long alone
Then suddenly connect.

Sometimes our spirits cry in vain
As we alone do stand.
Sometimes our hands reach out and touch
Another’s searching hand.

As we wander near or far
To seek our Maker’s face,
Or twist and turn upon our path
To finally find our place

I’ll wish for you the peace that seems
So precious and so rare.
I’ll think of you each day, my friend,
And hold you up in prayer.