Life is a path,
not right or wrong,
just a path
given to each of us.
We are born to a
mother and father,
neither of them chosen.
Raised in an imperfect family,
we carry the burdens and
blessings of the past
that shape the present
and the future.
Decisions and events
created by us and thrust upon us
make the journey beautifully wild…
and scary.
Our path zigs and zags, weaving through
mountains of wondrous joy
and deserts of bleakness and pain,
gardens of bright colors and
forests of confusion and fear.
Loneliness envelopes us
broken only by moments of realization
that God walks with us
and our hearts sing.
We are indeed a lump of clay
fashioned into a life.
Liturgy for This and That 