Pathways of love,
pathways where you guided–
sweet memories of those pathways,
dear Mother, you’ve provided.
Much like a gardener,
you tended to my care–
weeding out some tendencies,
while cultivating those that were fair.
And if there were problems
at school or at play,
the pathway to Mom’s door
would help them go away.
Best of all, we walked pathways
which caused my spirit to be fed
with the truths in God’s Word,
so that by His Spirit I’d be led.
Now as I go about, on my own pathways since I’ve grown,
I’m grateful for the pathways that together we’d known.
P. A. Oltrogge
(The white stone borders along the flowers in this photo brought to mind the concept of the pathways in the poem. Hope you enjoy the blooms in the photo, which was taken by my daughter!)