THREE ROADS TAKEN
The forest, the hills', and the desert traveled,
These three, these men of faith will be challenged.
Where do I go, alone will I know, asks the first seeker,
I'll take the first road, I'll find my way to the
The way home for me will be found, we'll meet in a
The forest will show me many things, a search so
It's time for me to go, my road has been chosen,
I'll make my way into the hills', these words spoken.
We will come together once more, somewhere in time,
Travel I will into the quiet hills' of discovery,
A road taken.
Fore the third wandering man will journey across
A road meant for only he, unbelievable scenes
To his eyes.
The desert will teach this alone man lessons
Of the heart,
His way home will be hard fought, they will find
the same road.
Three roads taken, three men walk a path alone,
In the end, they will stand together in the hills',
And in the desert, these men of three will never
find again this home but all will be as one,
they will find their way home.
These three have always been one swallowed by why can be nothing else but unpredictable? Or…
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On Mon, Nov 9, 2020 at 8:48 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote: