The Path Poem by Danny Speicher

So long has it been since I last tread past
The safe plane of what is to what might last
So at ease was I seeing for miles
And, not once, facing life's tests and trials

'Til the familiar song wafted abreeze
So, I followed the trail, above the trees
Once there, I found naught the source of the tune
But, another mountain, near'er the moon

And, I travel still, this familiar trail
Where, too often, I'd been struck down as frail
And, bewildered, limped back to the safe plain
And 'lived' half-inert... The other, inane

If it weren't for treasures that lay beyond
I wouldn't escape... So swiftly abscond
For safety is sweet, if be it quite dull
And, many men, by it's lavender, lulls

Softly, and gently, they peacefully sleep
Not pondering treasures which they might reap
Not wandering too far, or high, or deep
Yet, you can hear their souls wistfully weep

As those who venture to follow love's song
Though the hills may be high and path be long
Those that continue and are not led wrong
Will die better men the meadowed throng

For they heard the call and followed the course
Fought against all odds and against all force
Drawing their swords and saddling their horse
And, some, may even find their love song's source

So, this dire path, tread, I, once again
And, I'll find myself here at my life's end
For to waste such a gift which God did send
Would be the true, unforgiveable sin

((March 23rd,2016))