The Zig Zag Path

 

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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