Wisdom Road

Coming up there’s a railroad crossing

Or the left lane is closed ahead

No U-turn, Do Not Enter

Don’t turn here the end is dead.

 

Exit 70 will take you to Dallas

The construction means it’s all a mess

Must be careful ’cause the fines are doubled

Better buy a good GPS.

 

But I’m not looking for Madison Avenue

Every town has an MLK

Streets named for coaches and presidents

Even stories ’bout a lost highway.

 

And I’m not searching for ribbons of pavement

Or the widegated thoroughfare

Mass transit makes you lose direction

Where’s the narrow gate that gets you there?

 

What I really want’s a moral compass

I’m tired of kicking at a formless goad

My journey finds its redeeming value

When I’m traveling the Wisdom Road.

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Published:
March 24, 2008 / 10:21 pm
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Christianity, Philosophical, Poetry, Society
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