This journey grows now to its end,
As road reflections lined in chrome
Give way to roads with greater bend
And empty signs that still pretend.
Nothing is strong as gentleness.
Nothing is gentle as real strength
Faith is not contrary to the usual ideas,
something that turns out to be right or wrong,
For even home, it seems to me,
Is still a choice we all must face
From day to day and endlessly,
To choose if home is going to be
Another road - or just a place.
like a gambler's bet: it's an act,
an intention, a project, something
that makes you, in leaping into the future,
go so far, far ahead that you shoot
clean out of time and right into
Give way to roads with greater bend
They point the way to home sweet home.
This journey grows now Eternity,
which is not the end of time
or a whole lot of time or unending time
, but timelessness, the old Eternal Now.
Mary Wismer
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-road-of-reflections/
