All ways are waiting for my feet to tread,
The light and dark, the living and the dead,
The broad and narrow way, the high and low,
The good and bad, and with quick step or slow,
I now may enter any way I will,
And find, by walking, which is good, which ill.
And all good things my wandering feet await,
If I but come, with vow inviolate,
Unto the narrow, high and holy way
Of heart-born purity, and therein stay;
Walking, secure from him who taunts and scorns,
To flowery meads, across the path of thorns.
And I may stand where health, success, and power
Await my coming, if, each fleeting hour,
I cling to love and patience; and abide
With stainlessness; and never step aside
From high integrity; so shall I see
At last the land of immortality.
And I may seek and find; l may achieve;
I may not claim, but, losing, may retrieve.
The Law bends not for me, but l must bend
Unto the Law, if l would reach the end
Of my afflictions, if l would restore
My soul to Light and Life, and weep no more.
Not mine the arrogant and selfish claim
To all good things; be mine the lowly aim
To seek and find, to know and comprehend.
And wisdom-ward all holy footsteps wend.
Nothing is mine to claim or to command,
But all is mine to know and understand.
By: – Reeti Patel, STD IX, Saint Kabir school Naranpura
