The Road That Knows My Name

I walk where the morning is painted in gold,

Through whispers of stories the breezes have told.

Each step is a promise, each breath is a hold,

On dreams that are waiting, still bright and still bold.

The road bends through shadows yet never will break,

It hums with the choices my heart longs to make.

The rivers reflect every risk I must take,

And show me the beauty that comes from the ache.

I’ve learned every season will teach in its way,

That night only lives till the birth of the day.

The thorns may still pierce, but the roses will stay,

Reminding the soul there is more than the grey.

So here in the hush where the tall branches lean,

I follow the path through the spaces between.

For love is the compass, and trust is the scene,

Where faith walks beside me, both steady and keen.

And if this long road should return me once more,

To where I began, to the same humble door,

I’ll step in with joy, knowing all I’ve explored,

Has made me the heart that the journey was for.

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