Still the Road Carries Us On

<< >> The word came down from distant stone. From voices far

from dust and road. A count was called, a path was

made. And quiet faith began to move. He tied his pack with steady

hands. Counted breath and counted breath. Each step an act of patient

trust. Each mile avow not yet confessed. Still the road carried them on.

Still the road carried them on. Above the path, a quiet light. But close enough

to lead his feet. Just bright enough to set his course.

And keep his heart from turning back. No room prepared, no welcome sign.