Towards a promise

 

In the rear view there are winding roads 

Wide as far as the eye can see

Clear sky, smooth asphalt, no speed limit

Nothing slowing us down

The top is down

Wind whipping our hair into a tangle

Pure joy and exhilaration

Always toward a promise of …something 

In the rear view there are winding roads 

Twisted and jagged across root exposed earth

Threatening punctured tires and bloody heels

Forcing us off our desired paths

Questioning our journey, we never stopped. 

Too much was at stake.

Curiosity kept us moving forward 

Always toward a promise of…something

Seekers of truth,

Of the promises of God when she says

I am with you, 

Look how far you’ve come

Down roads of sorrow, of pain, of uncertainty

You didn’t know where you were going, 

Yet you followed anyways

Always toward a promise of…something. 

Our pathway to the manger 

is illuminated now,

bright star exposing the thorns and temptations

that slow us down

Exposing the yearning of certainty, of comfort.

Oh seekers of truth, look how far you’ve come.

She has always been by your side.

Always toward a promise of her presence.