His Way

By Helene Stallcup 

I struggled up the winding trail

as dawn was pale

and breaking day

was bitter gray.

The trail divided on a rise,

and I was wise

to choose the one

toward the Son,

Now every day throughout the years,

through laughter, tears,

that precious choice

makes me rejoice.

Memory Lane

By Pamela Hixon Rhea

I took a walk down memory lane,

From that first step to start again,

And found that when that walk was through,

I’d loved to walk again with you.