a voice crying out in the postmodern wilderness

The Long Road

It is a long road
Paved with moments of struggle
Red lights of hard memories
Old bones scattered about the shoulder
Press on, or else
Or else you'll burn up inside
And burn others, too
And thwart your own forgiveness
Of which you have great need
The road is long to forgive
And winding
And uphill
And into the wind
But it is a road we must take


Plants Full Grown

Your Shell