A Lonely Road

I walked along a narrow path;
He ahead led me along.
His robes did not touch the ground,
And he did no wrong.
The path was lined with forest thick
Leaves dark and black and gray,
The left and right, paths winded on;
To where, none would say.
I saw a man drag his feet onward,
“He is a braver man than I,”
Then He who led spoke: “Nay, he is not,
For he walks to die.”
“Is not his strength greater than mine?
For see his road curves left and right.”
Again he smiled, “But you see,
I can make it straight.”
With that I kept on walking forward,
The souls around me wandered to and fro,
But no, not I, would forbid the One
To scorch my lips with coals.

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