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roads we walk

walking the chosen road

We all have roads to walk...

Roads filled with flowers and fluffy bunnies and all things bright; others strewn with stones and cluttered with boulders of gargantuan size.  Most roads, however, are ordinary... laundry lists, family obligations and the day-to-day necessities.

Right now, I am keenly aware of my stony path and the boulder-blocked trails for family and friends.  When I analyze my "stones" I see that they are, in reality, merely fine grains of sand.  

To the many feet that have walked before
You have paved the way, broken trail
Adventurous in spirit … with curiosity unending

You have opened our minds to infinite possibilities
Crossing oceans, climbing mountains,
Planting fruit and flowers and trees; crops to harvest and feed

You have created, invented … and harnessed
Tools, vehicles and electricity, and the wind
Seeing beyond the here and now

You were and are still a visionary, a wanderer … a discoverer of the yet unfound

May we, as the generations that follow
Acknowledge and adhere to the paths that have been laid
Seeking, searching, striving

Being footprints future sojourners emulate
To the many feet … deep gratitude

Walking my chosen roads …

Missy


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  1. Wildlife Art by SylAugust 13, 2015 at 3:44 PM

    great read..I am walking new roads..

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    1. Missy AAugust 13, 2015 at 8:33 PM

      Thanks. We seem to be as well. A few are ordinary and a few are stone-filled. However, all are good and ordained.

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  2. sewsavyAugust 14, 2015 at 4:23 PM

    Very nice. My roads are just interesting with a little of this and a little of that. Have a wonderful weekend.

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    1. Missy AAugust 17, 2015 at 2:22 PM

      Marlene, you do have some interesting roads, which I've caught glimpses of in both your blog, and pieces from our writing class.

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