There’s a road I see,
and it runs, unravelling thread,
for miles along the mountainside,
as far as the eye can see.
I don’t know where it leads,
but I follow, every step unravelling me.
Until the very end when all that’s left of me,
is an open life of ocean size—
whole and healed.
Vines, streams and dreams revealed.
And where all I see is a calling coastline,
forests, lakes, rivers and fields.
Where love is laid deep,”whispering melodies sweet of “surrender here.”
There’s a road I see,
and it runs, unravelling thread—
every step, healing me.
So, won’t you come and take the road less traveled with me?
Image via Raisa Zwart Photography
