Bottleneck
There’s a bottleneck ahead,
multiple lanes merging into one,
other vehicles escaping via numerous exits,
shooting off somewhere toward greener pastures
so that I end up alone on a narrow one-lane
strip of asphalt, overgrown and broken,
twisting through hill country and deep woods,
no road signs or mileposts.
I know not
what’s ahead or if I am on the right road
but it no longer matters.
It’s my route, my journey,
my destination and now I know
I do not travel it by chance
and I do not travel it alone.
O child, if God is with you,
the journey and goal are secondary.
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