Friday, January 16, 2015

The Way

By John Oxenham

To every man there openeth
A Way, and Ways, and a Way,
And the High Soul climbs the High Way,
And the Low Soul gropes the Low,
And in between, on the misty flats,
The rest drift to and fro.
But to every man there openeth
A High Way, and a Low.
And every man decideth
The way his soul shall go.

Once again, there is no correlation between the photographs and the poem. Just things I like.

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