Sunday, April 28, 2013

Route 66, a poem.

On Old Route 66
I realized my heart needed a fix
Thoughts racing
Faith erasing
Escaping a past that kept me from God
Yet, He finds me. As in the desert I trod
Route 66. Where my faith began to take shape
Each new face, each new day, each new blessing I did tape
To my wall, the wall of my soul. To pray without ceasing.
That my Saviour, My God would find my life pleasing

*I thought of this on Route 66. It was written somewhere in I think Oklahoma or New Mexico. I was not really challenging my own faith but I imagined myself in a different life. As someone who would of grown up there years ago. Going down Route 66 to California and pondering life. It stretched from Illinois to there, as the only way there once. It still stands as a long stretch of road, adjacent to the freeway. Went on it for a bit. Nice, scenic, historic.* Written April 21, 2013.