My Path

                                     

                                        My Path

If the path God put before me were strewn with Autumn leaves

I would ne'er stray but with the sight of my feet and the crunch of Autumn fare, find shelter under His gentle trees.

Though I may approach the borders where others do not walk

We'll converse through those leaves and pleasantly we'll talk

Of the path , like crumbs He's left til in my Autumn days I trod

And like the leaves in glorious color return to my friend, my God