My Path

If the path you tread is straight and smooth

Then how will you know me?

If the path you choose has no rocks, then how will you hold my hand?

For if you know not uncertainty, then how will you know my certainty?

If the path you choose, you walk alone, then how will you lean on your brother?

For if you have not given your shoes to your brother, then how will I wash your feet?

If the path you choose has no sorrow, then how will I wipe away your tears?

For if you need no comfort, then where will you find my loving embrace?

If the path you choose has no inclines, then how will you find your strength?

For if you do not stretch yourself, then you will wither away, and be useless

If the path you choose numbs all your pain, then how will you know my forgiveness?

For the mask you wear drives pain to depths that only I can heal

If the path you choose, you do not stumble, then how will you know my strength?

For if I cannot carry you, you will harden your heart to me

If the path you choose is smooth and refined, then who created it?

For its foundations do not lead to me but to death and deceit

If the path you choose does not intersect with others, then how will you know my guidance?

For I hold the map, and long to bring you home