Onward ever, The Golden Path,
Passing through darkened lands,
Mist, and shadows cover the ground;
Dangerous perils are all around.
Straight, and narrow runs the way;
On it, I know, the wise will stay.
Clouds of fear above me rein;
Thunderous trouble, and lightning snares.
Yet the path will bear no stain;
I will not fall into evil lairs.
Never the path of Truth will bend;
A wonderful place is at it's end.
Ruth A. Meyer
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