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Down the Trail


12.25.16 Posted in today's words by

Max Reif’s most recent poem to appear here was “Tightrope” (October 2016)

Down the Trail
By Max Reif

I saw a man with a stick and a hat, and he was walkin’.
He looked like he’d been walkin’ a long long way,
and I asked him, “Where you walkin’ to?”
The man said, “I’m walkin’ to God.”

“You’re walkin’ to God?” I echoed.
“How you gonna know when you get there?”
And he just said, “I’ll know.”

I said, “They say that God is everywhere.”
And he said, “I cannot put no stock in what folks say.
I gotta feel Him. I gotta see Him.
I lost Him, and I will know when I’ve found Him.”

I inquired, “Why you think you’ll feel Him somewhere else,
if you can’t feel Him here?”
“That’s not my business,” the man said. “That’s God’s business.
I’m just gonna walk till I find Him.
It don’t matter how far, how long.
He’ll show me.”

“Or maybe I’ll change as I walk,” he continued,
“And maybe He’ll show me He IS everywhere!
Maybe He’ll show me He been here all along!
That’s ok. That’s fine with me.”

And the man tipped his hat to me
and continued on his way
until I saw him disappear
down the trail.



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