May 19, 1996
May 19, 1996
I
used to make my way, my path, through the spiritual wilderness with great
difficulty. I was cut by the thorns of
ethical dilemmas. I was daunted by huge
trees that seemed to bar the way. My
body, mind and spirit were weary from the constant effort. I could see to the side other paths made by
other people, paths that were clear and smooth and which seemed to have more
springs from which to quench my thirst and cool myself. So I went back to try those paths. There I found I could move fast and far with
ease. But eventually I realized that
when I got to the end of others’ paths I’d be at someone else’s
destination. So now, again, I make my
own path with great difficulty. God help
me.
