AND THE ROAD TRAVELLED

Mama, I woke up this morning

and the road was gone

empty, void

It was simply not there

But what happened to the road?

I’ve asked the birds

I’ve asked the sun

I’ve asked the moon

what happened to the road?

We are surprised Mama

really surprised

because the road just took a walk

but how do we walk without the road Mama?

Where did the road go?

We are stranded

marooned!

trapped!!

So Mama,

why should the road just take a walk?

My son, replied Mama

the road travels when you are in the dark

when your inner light ceases to light your path

what good is there in a journey

where there lies no path?

My son

the road travels

when we take the wrong turns

and we don’t know where to go

the road only takes us

where we foresee

My son

the road travels

when the paths once clear seems shrouded

My son

the road travels when there no road signs

and the traveller seeks one

My son

the road you must find

lies within you

you will find it

when you light up the streets of your heart

My son

the road is tricky

a straight road bends

a winding road can become straight

My son

the road travels

when you get to the cross roads

and you try walking in all directions

My son

the road travels

at the junction of fate and faith

at the point where hope is birthed

where promises bloom

and expectations bud

where the fruits of patience ripen

and the long wait end

So look my son

the road never took a walk

foresight births steering

your inner compass will lead you

as you walk the path that lies within