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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Poetry

I wonder if every reader wishes at some point that she could write?   Over the years I've tried my hand at short stories.  I've even written the odd script or two for the drama team at church.  But the form of writing I keep coming back to is poetry.  I rarely share my poetry but have lately been playing around with it again. 

A friend has a story blog (Sort and Polish you should check it out) and she wrote a blog that inspired my latest poem.  her blog starts with We awoke to the song of a frog this morning.   I took that simple phrase and came up with this.

I awoke to the song of a frog today

A solo before the chorus joined in,

With the wind keeping time in a breezy beat,

Nature’s band tuned to the pitch of the dawn   

First a bass, then an alto entered the song

While the trill of a bird sang counterpoint

In harmony nature’s song was sung

As if it was meant to be heard today

By The Creator of music;

and me.