I’ll pass on the passion,
stay in the lane,
between lines,
and read road signs.
Droning on,
highway hypnosis,
staring the horizon down.
Poor eyes on.
Even the rumble strips
me of desire,
might I retire
with treads worn thin.
Jesus take the wheel…
I’m not kidding.
Let’s go for a joy ride.
A poem that plays with Hebrews 11:6 as a personal journey in which hope will triumph.
Thanks J!