He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose. - Jim Eliot
The roads are suspended in time, lost
They know not where to turn
At each intersection the terrain unfolds.
It is an arduous journey.
But if one were to turn the head, glancing over the shoulder,
A realisation of a holy nature, a divine origin would dawn,
That they had not been alone all this while.
Companions from time past, a time before time.
And if one were to scan ahead into the dark night
One would realise
They are not alone.
The roads seem to know where they must bend.
The occasional gritting of teeth, the refusal to move,
Soon gives way to a spilling over into the vast horizon
Where the rubber meets the road
And there is no divide between earth and sky.
04/08/07, 24/7 WEB Prayer Slot
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