The Possibility of a Dusty Road
Eric Bonholtzer
The valleys rise into verdant hills,
The warm sun within, filling sweeping expanses,
A reflection of God’s own heart,
Cool wind a counterpoint to lofty goals lifting
Higher still, aspirations and mountains
Seeming insurmountable from the distances
But stepping stones just the same.
Nothing is impossible if it can be attempted.
It is one path in a town, coalescing and swirling,
Like dancing hips and petals
Of roses springing up through the fallow,
Always promising possibility.
Music can almost be heard if the wind is given its chance
To be listened to is divine. Keep that in mind.
The next time you are asked down the road
Accept the gentle breezes carrying you to possibility.