Recently my mom found a notebook with some poems that my
grandmother had collected. My grandmother
died of cancer when she was 50 so I never got to know her. This collection of poems is a legacy that
helps me get to know her better. I thought
I’d share a few of them starting with this one called, The Zig Zag Path (author
unknown)
We climbed the height by the zig-zag path
And wondered why -- until
We understood it was made zig-zag
To break the "force of the hill."
A road straight up would prove too steep
For the traveler's feet to tread;
The thought was kind in it's wise design
Of a zig-zag path instead.
It is often so in our daily life;
We fail to understand
That the twisting way our feet must tread
By Love alone was planned.
Then murmur not at the winding way,
It is our Father's will
To lead us Home by the zig-zag path
To break the force of the hill.
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