The Red Umbrella, Peder Mork Monsted (1887)

Summer Walk, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Broken shadows stir the air on my skin,
While resting at a fork along the path.
This day may choose the way I’ve never been,
Could be a pleasure seeing what it hath.

Told my chosen path has many a twist,
With many rocks may cause me to stumble.
Such be a challenge I cannot resist,
To test my belief that I am able.

Much to my delight the absence of fright,
Longer my travel much lighter the load.
Looking to the sky there was a bright light,
The reason of this began to unfold.

Realizing now I am not alone,
As this is the way to my Maker’s throne.