Friday, February 16
to walk the way the truth and the life
like the gap between universals and particulars
in which invisible bonds hold that which are related
the existence of consciousness and free wills
leave a hanging cliff to evil that necessarily exists
beyond the realm of that which is good.
i walked the path of evil a very long time ago
a serpent, an apple, original sin.
i tread beyond the boundaries demarcating God's goodness
and fell off the cliff into the valley of evil and death
i have seen a thousand men try by their own strength and fail
to ascend the slippery slopes back to the garden of eden
bright morning stars glittering with the glory of pride
men doomed to fall.
like lost sheep we huddled
at the bottom of a valley unsure of what to make of life.
we bleated ourselves dry
but who was there to come and save us?
with one hand
He, on the most high could have scooped us all,
and lifted us from the miry ghettos of evil.
but He did not.
a man who does not learn how to discern good from evil
who does not know how to walk in God's way
cannot return to His garden.
for such a man shall surely teether past like a drunkard
the edge of the cliff
such a man shall surely fall to his death.
a shepherd comes to lead us back from whence we came.
to be a light upon my feet
to cover his protective hand over me
to be a rock for me to lean on
it's a winding road to walk
and it's always easier to fall down than to climb up
i trudge on
i slide backwards
i stumble and fall
but still i press on
in fear and trembling.
God is my fortress
He directs my path
He covers my iniquities
He forgives my trespasses
He builds me shelters in the wilderness
He rains manna down on me so that i do not go hungry
slowly but surely i climb up from the valley
i cannot transcend gravity
i cannot scale walls.
i can only walk through His sculpted steps.
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