I came across this poem from a 19th century English poet, William Dunkerley, writing under the pseudonym John Oxenham.
Eloquently written, the poem’s message transcends the ages. We have choices in life. Take the high way or the right path; take the low way or the wrong path; or somewhere in-between. The choice is ours to make!
THE WAY...
To every man there openeth
A Way, and Ways, and a Way,
And the High Soul climbs the High Way,
And the Low Soul gropes the Low,
And in between, on the misty flats,
To rest drift to and fro.
But to every man there openeth
A High Way, and a Low.
And every man decideth
The way his soul shall go.
A Way, and Ways, and a Way,
And the High Soul climbs the High Way,
And the Low Soul gropes the Low,
And in between, on the misty flats,
To rest drift to and fro.
But to every man there openeth
A High Way, and a Low.
And every man decideth
The way his soul shall go.
John Oxenham