Saturday, May 3, 2014

The road here


The road here is always
the same, unchanging,
the same terrain, the same
people traveling the road,
passing the body on the side
of the road, lifeless, or
nearly so, we keep traveling
the same road, we teachers,
we priests, we who always
know the right thing
to say.


Photograph by Larisa Koshkina via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.

7 comments:

Mary Harwell Sayler said...

Insightful, thought-provoking poem, Glynn! May God help us to keep our eyes open and senses keen - somewhere near Samaria or anywhere.

Nells Wasilewski said...

A good poem is one you read more than once. I read this one three times. Thank you for sharing it. God bless you and your writing.

SimplyDarlene said...

So terrifical, Glynn. Your poem's ending caught me off-guard.

revive
love
with
mercy
lips

Martha J. M. Orlando said...

This is beautiful, Glynn! May the Lord open the eyes of our hearts so that we might truly see.
Blessings!

nance.mdr said...

that sky and the golden grass really stuns that picture out. there are some puddles. the incline makes me think that there may be a canal on the other side.

the road of routine
is a circle
a well worn path
how well
the old horse knows


Marcus Goodyear said...

For some reason I was thinking about information as I read this, and couldn't help a remix:

The feed here is always
the same, unchanging,
the same campaigns, the same
people loading the same nodes,
posting like bullies, on the side
of a post, lifeless, or
nearly so, we keep scrolling
the same row, we feeders,
we priests, we who always
know the right like
to play.

Janet Martin said...

Oh, this is good. So thought-provoking.