No Other Way

I have loved this poem for many year and want to share it with you: 

by Martha Smock

Could we but see the pattern of our days,
We should discern how devious were the ways
By which we came to this, the present time,
This place in life; and we should see the climb
Our soul has made up through the years.
We should forget the hurts, the wanderings, the
fears, the wastelands of our life, and know
That we could come no other way or grow into
our good without these steps our feet found hard
to take, our faith found hard to meet.  The road
of life winds on, and we like travelers go from
Turn to turn until we come to know the truth.