Humility; a poem

Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it — ✞ Mathew 7:13-14

In a world of neon lights and digital deception,
where we are free to roam, eyes glazed,
seeking, pursuing, our own crafted truths,
weaving, dreaming, each inside our own maze.

We walk with eyes fixed on our personal quests,
overlooking the imperishable truth that quietly persists,
the one truth that has stood the test of time,
the light of the Father that forever exists.

Through ages past, in lands far and wide,
saints and seekers have found the sacred flame,
in temples, churches, and mosques, it resides,
a truth unbroken, despite cultures and claims.

God’s grace cannot be bound by creed,
conveyed, not confined to the pages of text,
it is the heartbeat of the cosmos,
the life in the seed,
the love that unites, the spirit that connects.

And while here on earth, we engage and explore,
its myriad paths, our personal lore,
there in the unbending stillness of night,
in Him, lies the eternal, undivided light.