Along the path I stop and smile,
to sit awhile among the trees,
and see the air and ground agree,
no argument beneath the sky,
is why I stop to sit awhile,

Along the path I feel the shade,
to fade into a distant glow,
and show just what the day has sown,
warnings of a peppered sky,
is why I stop to sit awhile,

Along the path I stay to dream,
believing I have ransomed grace,
alone to face the night’s embrace,
sheltered under sunless sky,
is why I stop to sit awhile,

Along the path is respite calm,
leisured on the days unrest,
investing in the silence kept,
muted stars in quiet skies,
is why I stop to sit awhile,

Along the path I talk to God,
applauding what He’s given me,
in meanings of the truth we seek,
solemn whispers to the sky,
is why I stop to sit awhile,

– Dan Lucas

Author’s Note: People have a tendency to have stronger reactions when taken out of their comfort zone. If a person can read my poems and say, ” That’s exactly how I feel,” then I think my job as a writer is only partially done. If they read them and say, “I don’t know if I agree with that or understand it, so I might have to think about it for awhile,” then I have sparked an interest in whatever subject that may provoke an intellectual connection. That, to me, is a job well done.