The Misty Flats

6a0105371bb32c970b0120a56dee1c970b-750wiTo every man there openeth
A Way, and Ways, and a Way,
And the High Soul climbs the High Way,
And the Low Soul gropes the Low,
And in between, on the misty flats,
The rest drift to and fro.
But to every man there openeth
A High Way, and a Low.
And every man decideth
The way his soul shall go.    -John Oxenham

The Way