The Path of Paradox

It is something of a paradox, this path between the trees. Straight is the gate and narrow is the way; yet it winds along through various terrains, twisting and turning, with minor bumps here and major detours there. It leads through the sea, across the desert, into the valley, up to the high places. It brings us to way stations in expected places, beside rivers of water in dry places and in the shadows of great rocks in weary lands; and in places unthought-of, in the presence of our enemies. Some days we jog along in companionable conversation with fellow travelers, at times we walk in thoughtful silence, some nights we toil uphill feeling utterly spent and alone, forgetting that a Friend journeys with us, closer than a brother.