clearing

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.