Water

I trickle through rocks.

I flow through cracks.

Life is my to give and to take,

Though the choice is your to make.

The Quest for Truth

The quest for truth is a path we travel.

the road it is long and often appears to unravel.

There many intersections between hither and yond;

that leave us with the question, wither we go on.

There are paths that lead us away from the light,

wide and broad the pavement extends into the night.

The voices are loud that peddle their wares;

often the cries are reasoned and fair.

Yet the sidewalk they travel should be feared,

they demand a price that is precious and dear.

The world is willing to casually say,

come and play there is no peril this day.

The life that we have is given with purpose,

yet we may choose the path before us.

Given this day that we may learn,

the path upon which we may return.

The path it is narrow and mocked by the crowd;

they’d lead you away with voices quite loud.

The quest for the truth is never simple

the path it requires you to be rather nimble.

The path it is straight and known to a few,

Christ is our templar and his promise is true.