AT THE END OF THE ROAD {M, 4-24-23}

 

CHRIST IN WINTER: Reflections on Faith & Life for the Years of Winter---AT THE END OF THE ROAD {M, 4-24-23}

 

I always saw

The oaks and maples

Devil fingers and honeysuckle

Dusty sumac leaves

Wild dancing blackberry canes

in the washed-out ditches

along the deep-rutted tracks

of the narrow dirt roads

I walked in my youth

But I was always

more aware

of the faces

of the friends

who waited

at the end of the road

 

John Robert McFarland