God, what have I left behind?
The sins of my fathers,
the lies of my brothers,
the flaws of humanity.
And what waits ahead?
Are speed bumps
the swells of failure
or occasions
to be more careful?
Are detours routes
to opportunity or
discouragement?
Are stop signs
halts to progress
or chances to
reevaluate our direction?
Will you drive
when Iām feeling lost?
And could it be that
I am strengthened
more with hindrances
than smooth roads?
Your mastery of metaphor, and the ease with which you deploy it, always amaze me.
Starward