Friday, April 2, 2010

Beaver Lake Path

I stood upon a path today,
and realized that the fork
I followed led away
from hearth and comfort.

I strode on into chaos.
seeking for adventure,
swept up in currents
of destruction and despair.
I struggled forward
against the howling storm
until—exhausted—I stopped
and realized I was a fool.

I stayed my course no more,
turning back, and hurried home
to you—sped onward by
remembrance and dreams of warmth.

The Path
Rie Sheridan Rose

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