A Path, and wandering

Many of us have wandered from the path, one time, one way or another, I suppose. Again and again

“You tried and failed and felt overwhelmed. You walked away. Got some breathing room. Finally felt more free. You had been suffocating back there.
But really now, you’re dying and you feel all alone.
Not that you’d tell anyone. There’s nobody to tell.
There’s nobody that can take you out of it but you.

It wasn’t me that was suffocating you. It was man. It was lies. it was you, dying in the quicksand of your own efforts.
Meanwhile, all along, I was right there to pull you out.
Even then, I did pull you out. And I set you free.
You shook off the sand and the gunk and you went free.

But you never turned to look at me. When you walked away. you just left. Still gasping for air, when I was right there longing to give you fresh breath.
I let you go. I couldn’t make you stay. But I never let you walk alone.
When you turned to a path of solitude, I left you space. But I never left you alone. I was right there down the way. Keeping my eye on you. I wouldn’t leave you there completely alone without a guide. There, you wouldnt let me guide you or help you, but I never left.
You took me to a lot of places I didn’t want to go. But love wouldn’t just leave you there. It pained me to watch you walked a stony, winding, twisted path and see you stumble along the way. But how I longed to pick you up and carry you. Sometimes it got so bad that you did. You had stumbled and fallen, and you were badly injured and hurt. You let me pick you up and carry you. And I did for a while.
And how I loved it. I loved it. I loved it. I could feel you did too.
But after a while you wanted me to put you down, to let you go. And so I did. I will never force you to be carried or guided by me. But I’m always right beside you willing and longing to help.

I know you, like a child, like to do it on your own. To make a way on your own, to be sincere and true.

But there is nothing more true than being guided by my Love. My love for you.
It will take you places you could never go alone. Places your hurt won’t ever carry you. Places you were meant to run, not only stumble and trip. A path that’s true.

How I longed to help you. How I longed to show you a way, guide you along the very best one.
But you refused. When I put you down, again, you refused to turn and to look at me with much more than a nod. With a wave, you were off.
I held no grudge, only sorrow and so much love that it only hopes for a chance to give more.
You glance at me, sometimes, a reassurance that I’m still there. Snd I was and I am and I will be until your journey’s end. But there are paths not taken, dreams that will fall away to the side, eventually, if you refuse to really look at me. More than a glance. If you really look at me long enough to know me, to trust me. Trust me enough to let me guide you. Not just in the little thing or the big things. In all the thing. I long to show you the way. A better way. Not if your choosing, but mine. Not based on your weaknesses or your comfort. But only on my strength snd my love. On my hope.
I see the way forward. You can trust me. I can take you there. Will you let me guide you. Will you let me love you. Will you let me hold you, even if it’s just for a little while.
And maybe even more.
You were never meant to go it alone. I’ve always been there every while you’ve felt so alone. Look. I’m right here. Look, love. Let me love you. Let me help you. Let me guide you along a perfect path that I’ve made.
Just for you alone, but never, not ever, alone.