Poem: Follow Your Own Path

The road will twist, the signs will fade,
And voices call from every glade.
They’ll say “Come here!” or “Go that way!”
But only you can choose the day.

The map you seek is not yet drawn,
It’s written softly in the dawn—
Each step you take, each breath, each try,
Becomes a star within your sky.

Don’t chase their gold, don’t wear their crown,
Don’t let their doubts pull your dreams down.
The river carves its course through stone—
So must your spirit, on its own.

Walk through the mist, both fierce and free,
Let courage be your melody.
The path you make will bloom at last—
For life begins where none have passed. 🌿

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie