Faith I Don'T Question Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

How can I 'see' some things and you don't?
That's a good question.
One I can not explain.

When I see a clear path,
I walk on it.
There may be some obstacles.
I face them and move on.

You,
I hear rustling through the brush,
Cussing at the leaves falling from trees.
And criticizing the insects,
And other animals in their natural habitat.

I hear you struggling over aches and pains.
You inflicted them.
On that route you insist you must maintain.

When I see a clear path,
I walk on it.
There may be some obstacles.
I face them and move on.

How can I 'see' some things and you don't?
That's a good question.
One I can not explain.

I make sure the path I'm on,
Has some direction.
And I stay on it with faith,
I don't question.
I just 'do' and let God be my guide!