Wayside_Wisdom Heard Along the Way
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END OF THE ROAD, EDGE OF THE WORLD |
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I came one day to the end of the road Quite near the edge of my world. Where to go? Which way to turn? What to do? How to continue? Long I stood at the barricade, Surveying the choices at hand. Then I turned right, Walked past the bars Toward the unknown sea. There I found a smooth and solid path Leading toward the place Where the sea flows into the sky. I moved slowly and gently through shell-shaped memories Of other creatures who had lived and died In the depths of the Sea of the Love of God. The longer I traveled, the more I knew That these boundless depths that comfort me Lap the shores of every land And every creature lives and dies Submerged in its Mystery. What memories will I leave on the sandy shores of Life, Where once the Incarnation walked? Shapely or broken? Bright-colored or dull? Smooth-worn or sharp? Stinging or stony? I do not know, for I still walk a strange, mysterious Way. I only know that I must go Beyond the end of the road, And near the edge of the world. 2/4/07 - mshr |
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