Contentment lines each road I travel,
Regardless if it’s made
Of concrete, yellow brick or gravel,
Or winds through light or shade.

And, though I don’t know where I’m going
Or who I’m like to meet,
I journey in the light of knowing
My essence is complete.

Though sometimes I might change direction
Or act a little odd,
I still enjoy the full protection
Of those who’re one with God.

And, though my boots are wearing thin,
I’m flawless as I’ve ever been.

Photo by Francisco Gonzalez on Unsplash

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