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This poem was written for my husband by our dear poet friend. My husband liked it so much that he requested that I share it with this list. ----- God bless Mary Ann Ryan (CG Jamie 60/20) >THE PATH > for J.R. > >I saw some one in his room >Parkinson's transfixing him >Looking down attentively >Toward a thing I couldn't see, >Perspectives frozen, faded, blocked, >His muscles crippled, keyed and locked - >And yet released inside the mind >Where paths of pioneers unwind - >Always like this, those who ail >Can sense a ride beyond the trail >Where green and curving meadows run >Along to vistas flecked with sun > >Now some forest, changed and odd >Grows traces of the living God, >Oak trees falling on his path >Block accustomed ways of wrath >But show another, letting through >A different passage to the new - >As if a forest could impede >But grow around a brake of weed >And this, the forest of the soul >Could thick and thin and yet be whole, >A world that no one might suspect >Of tangled grace and intellect > > November 1, 1999 > Pavel Chichikov > http://www.greyowlpress.com >