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


Photo by Nathaniel Shuman on Unsplash

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