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The drive was long,
through wild oat and golden grain fields,
awash in sunlight sparkling on tips of wheat tops
swaying in an early spring breeze, dappled alight a wave of endless prairie.

The road weaves long and through,
endless and in abundance, upon sheep graze,
fence woven curved and bending as the road flows on.
I come upon peace through a long journey,
through time and trials, of painful travails and learned,
and lost, for wisdom escapes in all that we search,
and avail ourselves of these lessons taught,
tossed and to come again.

There is no clarion call, no epiphany,
but only one’s succumbing to life’s inevitable road.
Embrace and see the beauty,
reach high of the light dimmed stars to the heavens,
let go, relent all, and fall into His bosom’s rest.