Were it not for Divine Guidance, my trail would be crooked as a grape vine.
As it is, it meanders like a creek,
Not with fertile valleys to each side,
Thick with Friends standing strong and firm on each bank;
Each having pushed me back in line somehow, someway during both storm and light breeze.
Such wonderful experiences I've had cutting this trail, this creek bed.
Even the waterfalls and rapids along the way,
Though they're beautiful from the bank,
They were part damnation in the building.
But that same Divine Guidance allows me a look back and realize the beauty of it all.
God bless.
