There are roads in life we do not choose,
Paths that rise steep, rugged, and bruised.
Some days, the winds howl, heavy with rain,
And shadows stretch long with sorrow and pain.
But even on trails carved deep with despair,
We hold the power in how we fare.
Will we trudge, bitter, cursing the way,
Or let resentment turn joy to gray?
Or will we walk with our eyes open wide,
Noticing wonders that bloom at our side—
The wildflowers brave in the cracks of the stone,
The whisper of leaves where the soft breezes roam?
The sunrise that glows like a promise renewed,
The sunset that soothes in its golden-hued view.
Though weary, though aching, though lost in the climb,
Still, we can savor each moment in time.
For grace is not found when the journey is light,
But when we choose it in struggle and fight.
And when the road ends, as all roads must,
We’ll find not regret, but gratitude’s trust.
Not for the trials, not for the pain,
But for walking with love through loss and gain.
For seeing the beauty, for breathing it in,
For choosing to walk with grace from within.
