Reviewing my life
A fearful task
filled with kinks, reversals,
right and left turns.
Looking back, I see the path of a tavern patron
Weaving home after a night of folly.
How can this be
I aimed in one direction, but changed often
My life paths are the branches of a tree
With many twists and turns
Many alternate ways to reach the sun
O, that my life be a river
Strength enough to absorb obstacles
Swift enough to go around or engulf them
Always unhindered in its path
But alas, I prize my life
With each branch that I climb, I approach the sunlight
With each branch, I draw nearer to God
