I Looked High Poem by Kevin Cox

I looked high
And I looked low.
I could not tell
Which way to go.

Inside, my heart
Was full of fear.
Far too long
I tarried there.

Each way seemed
A pleasant one
On which to walk
On which to run.

One thing I noticed
As I looked;
The low way had
A gurgling brook,

Lush green trees
Green bushes grew
And happy birds
More than a few.

The high way though
Had soaring peaks
To climb them would
Take many weeks

The snow-capped giants
Bedecked with trees
Beckoned me
To take my ease

Not for my life then
Did I know
Which path to take
Which way to go.

Then of a sudden
I spied him there
A crippled boy
In deep despair

Calling out with
His shrill voice
'Please help me! '
I knew my choice.

A second thought
I did not think
I ran to the boy
There on the brink

I scooped the boy
Up to my breast
Then he replied
To my behest

'How came thee to
Be here today
At just this time
On just this day? '

His answer was
A simple one,
'Oh, dear father,
I'm your son.'