Road to Gilead

I could use a gentle rain

As I walk the road to Gilead

With pensive gaze

I search the haze

To discern what’s on the road ahead

 

It seems I’ll never find my way

Entrenched in my own Iliad

I try to brave

The rant and rave

Blinded by all the words in my head

 

I ask myself what is to gain

For finding the bromeliad

It is one way

For God to say

You are more whole than you may know yet

 

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