Not for The Faint-hearted

As we were vacationing near the Robert Frost Trail in Vermont, I decided to take a walk one morning and penned a few poems. Here is one inspired by the poem, The Path Not Taken:

The Chosen Path

He has led me to the woods

Deep into the forest

                        on a path few have chosen

                        yet chosen for me.

It is a path most guarded

                        from imposters and soothsayers.

                                    though some wanders have found it:

            I am called.

It is a road of promise,

            less trodden than others;

                                                for initially it may be filled with briars.

                        It leads up a steep hill

not for the faint-hearted.

Then plunges into the depths of the vale

below,

along a solid rock mountain wall.

It journeys for some steps

in the valley

trodden,

                                                by the footfall of mankind.

So that you may be given His heart.

Some slip upon the sparkling brook mosses

            and loose your balance.

Hold My hand, My child

He whispers softly.

You look up to the steep mount,

            and the windy, crooked path

                                    that only sheep and mountain goats

                        can negotiate

                                                such narrow passage,

                                    unsurefooted.

You shake your head in fear.

But His eyes pierce your soul,

and you take His hand.

"Come," He calls.

                        "Come," He calls again.

                                    "And find green pasture."

"Trust Me." His hand extends.

"Together,

 We can make this journey."

It is a path

NOT FOR THE FAINT-HEARTED.