Tuesday, April 7, 2009
You round the last curve in the road,
your eyes gritty from the long drive,
the night blurred with fatigue.
You cannot count the hours,
so many of them spent in reflection,
a look back on the journey,
not from place to place,
but from time to time, of the paths
your life has taken
the joys and pain, the unlikely twists
that led you here, to her door,
and the light that bids you welcome
no matter the hour.
The picture is of the sign at Natural Bridge. You can click on it for a larger version.
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