The Narrow PathA Poem by PeteRemember that the smallest seed of faith is of more worth than the largest fruit of happiness. - Thoreauflawed awed less than broad upon this rugged trail i trod i talk with godi walk with god i sing sad and happy songs with god
he takes me places shows me things all that faith brings all that morning sings as if i had wings pillows with mints undeniable truth with more than subtle hints stained glass with shimmers and glints i stop and look over my shoulder as my weary soul squints all i see is one set of footprints along with grudged remnants and smudged traces of doubt's soft, curious fingerprints © 2024 PeteAuthor's Note
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Added on August 19, 2024 Last Updated on August 19, 2024 |

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