Roads

There is a road in the desert, which runs straight through

No thinking required, suddenly a car

Like a mirage it appears and then is gone

But I don’t turn around

There is a road in the city, which stops at every corner

All that is seen is red or green

Commotion is on every side

But I don’t look around

There is a road in the country, which winds through the trees

At every corner a new pattern of shadow and light appears

A deer stands in the middle of the road

But I don’t slow down

About Michael VanDerLinden

Father of five, Air Traffic Controller, Currently taking Seminary classes
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