THE WELL TRAVELED PATH

1. What is this thing that men call death

This quiet passing in the night?

’Tis not the end but genesis

Of better worlds and greater light.

2. O God, touch Thou my aching heart

And calm my troubled, haunting fears.

Let hope and faith, transcendent, pure,

Give strength and peace beyond my tears.

3. There is no death, but only change,

With recompense for vict’ry won.

The gift of Him who loved all men,

The Son of God, the Holy One.

Copyright © 2007 by

 Gordon B. Hinckley and Janice Kapp Perry.

When I read this Poem that was penned by President Gordon B Hinkley it brought many different thoughts to my mind. Obviously some about death, but many about life. I think of it as the Well Traveled Path.

              THE WELL TRAVELED PATH

What is this path that we call life?

We stumble along in happiness and strife.

It seems like a long journey of happiness and toil

At times bushes and briars around our feet do coil.

But we learn as we travel, these are part of the plan,

And it matters not if you are woman or man.

Our journey is usually smooth, like trekking on grassy sod,

But sometimes we stumble and loose hold of the rod.

Sometimes our path in life we do not remember.

Sometimes it is cold, and icy like life in December.

And life’s path takes us through trials like ice,

But if we do what is right, almost always turn out nice.

We all have to travel to the end of this path.

Most times with happiness, sometimes with wrath.

I hope I always remember, the path is God’s creation,

That our life is a journey, and not a destination.

There are many, who follow the path back home,

And yes, many loose the path and they start to roam,

And some take a shortcut and are lost for a while.

But if they find the way back, it causes everyone to smile.

We have a roadmap to follow and a rod to hold on ,

But some look around for the crowd and see they are gone.

We may be here on earth for many days—or a few,

And I guess where we end up, depends on what we do.

WRB-  9 October 2017