Walk a Path Carved Out

By Andrew R. Duckworth

Nature wasn’t out to destroy us,
But we made it so.
We took the path
In the aftermath
Of humanity’s first taste
Of wrath
That brought us lost in a wooded maze,
A maze of our own making.

Nature wasn’t out to destroy us,
But we made it so.
In our pride,
Where goodness died,
We did only in ourselves
Confide
And walked the path of lowliness,
A path not worth taking.

But through the woods of deep despair,
A path ahead lies just there,
Carved out by One who walked ahead,
So we would not be among the dead,
A path that we should not step off of
Even when we’re breaking.

The path is long and the path is rough,
But that path is just enough
To bring us into light.