Around the Bend

"I once was on a walk with a troubled mind dragging alongside me. The longer I journeyed, the more shiny things there were to grasp by and by. I filled myself and heavied my back until, staring blankly at an oncoming bend in the road, I realized all that I had was worthless. “What ought I to do,” I thought. I considered dropping everything, but then what would the walk have been for? I carried on somewhat mindlessly, still pondering, when the following words met my mind as they now meet my lips:"

The stars are always just around the bend

The curvature of greatness, or naught, defining the life sorry-lived

From lowly stumbling can sanctification finally rend

When to the broken one salvation is just around the bend

Turns taken, shaken, and torn asunder

Only to repeat the same path, trajectory, and the self-same blunder

Progress assumed, confidence seeded

Only to behold the same bend, untaken yet needed

When, upon a time, a flower may surmount

The rocky outcroppings of this tread’s spiritual drought

Grace applied as between old friends

Meets the tarnished sojourning of life’s bends