Some says that the path we take is fate or faith. That it’s already written for us. That it’s only by faith your life depends on.
It’s all a mystery as I ponder about what has been and what could have been. There are so many roads I’ve taken without a thought following that small still voice that only the ear and the eye of my heart can discern.
I cannot, if I would, complainThe New Year’s Burden Catherine Davis
Of a mean lot and curse my luck
(Though luck for luck, as gain for gain,
I cannot say that I’ve been struck
By how much mine exceeds) but hold
That this same luck has come to me
Never so empty-handed, cold,
As my more favored levity:
And if it casts off heaviness,
This is my burden, none the less.