Far flung divergent paths converge, at temple’s mount ascend.
They wind their ways throughout each land, embrace each river’s bend.
One path vaults mountain’s purple peak, surveys the world below.
One plumbs the valley’s dismal depths, where thorns and thickets grow.
This path paved with plenty, that path low and mean.
Ahead’s the ford where all paths meet; transcend this earthly scene.
It matters not whence it came, nor where the path did wind.
Each humble, each exalted path, all here their way shall find.
‘Tis in the undiscovered land, across yon threshing floor,
One shining path alone proceeds to the Golden Door.
What light, what peace, what joy awaits on the other side?
And there, how good and pleasant where as brethren all reside!
by David R Ellis, PM
