I face the path of my faith.
This is the way I’ve come,
the journey my soul has taken
to bring me where I am today.
I recall the people I’ve met on this path;
teachers all,
kind and unkind.
Whatever they did, they walked with me awhile, and showed me their paths.
I bless their being and their teaching.
I remember events and encounters along the way; pleasant or painful,
always instructive-
Whatever happened it was useful,
and in its own integrity it was beautiful.
I’ve learned to follow my own path,
I’ve learned where I must go,
I bless the path of my past.
Holding my present in my own hands,
I face my future now.
I face a new path every morning,
every day I step forward on an unknown path;
a unique path sprinkled with the star stuff of the Goddess.
In Her presence;
past, present future are one time
and where I am supposed to be-now and always.
My path is in Her.
Sheila Wenninger©
