Looks like a lot of vastness
Looks like a lot of trees
Looks like a lot of wilderness
Is it safe or is it dangerous
Cold and inhospitable
But it is good and it is freedom
The wind cares not which way it blows
The wind cares not which way I travel
The wind will blow regardless
It’s a long road
Too long to see the end
Ultimately there is no end
What will the road bring
Will the road give me the answers that I seek
Will the road provide the healing that my soul needs
Does the road even care
The road is the road
Perhaps it is the path I must follow
This is a land that does not know me
This is a land was here long before me
This is a land that will be here long after me
This is a land that has a story
Written November 11, 2019 on the bus to St John’s Newfoundland
