
The road before me, open, calling,
pulling me fast, flung forward into
a winding valley deep,
forest sweeps over, gone fade,
leaves fall, track disappeared.
To trail and here, horse
rode far, to the turn not
directed, but soul sought and
given over of all power to
something unseen, all in His glory
To a simple dirt lane, roamed
long, dark and meadow open,
to all that lies in forever fullness,
in deepness clearing to all beginnings,
to home, to love, in blessings to Him.
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