The Wayside
Standing on the wayside along the road called life. I stop and look at the road I've been traveling down. It's been dark and the road has been uneven and rough. I look at were I've came from and I see patches that were rougher and darker then I am on now. I also see streaches of road that had many curves. There are streaches of that road that were straight and full of light. I can even see some that were an easy down hill walk that were full of warmth and love.
I look up the road to were I am going. I can still see up hill climbs and patches of darkness. I do not know were this journey will take me. But what I do know of my destination is that there is light up ahead of me and I am starting to feel the warmth of that light reaching out to me.
JAG