12/28/2022
I see in my Mind's eye
Those perilous roads
Whose trail is narrow
Whose drifts are deep
One lane cuts through
A lane cut by Him
To make my way Home
And prove to me:
He is there.
Waiting, guiding, loving.
I love you, Bhagavan
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Driven by some naive and confident stride, I woke up at 2am this morning in my parents town. Not being able to sleep I set to drive the usually 1.5 hrs trip to my city of Saskatoon.
The roads were much worst than this. It was pitch black. Snow drifts everywhere. Snow falling so hard I had to keep my brights off.
It burned an image in my Mind I may never forget. I thought I was a fool to have set out and continued but once I got home and rested it was clear this was important for me. So I wrote a poem about it.
(Keep in mind, I'm a prairie Canadian. I'm used to snowy roads. This was the worst I'd experienced. 😆)
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