Along the Path

They that do and wait for us,

Who toil just to stay behind

We admire and make a fuss

And hope that they will be quite kind.


We who stumble on as mates

And slip and fall and hurt

Make our way to the gates

With shoutings long and curt.


Him that sits above our heads

And watches from the sky

We wonder when He makes our beds

And cannot ask Him why.

6 thoughts on “Along the Path

  1. Indeed, we do shout and push and advertise ourselves as being SO full of effort and ideas, when the ones who actually already completed the REALLY HARD STUFF wait behind. Guess what? I’ll bet they already KNOW their beds are made for them! Thank you for this most wonderfully concise description of ourselves in the overall scheme of things!

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