Roads


Everything, everyone has a history
Roads get traveled
Bridges get crossed and some bridges burned
There’s always a road that leads back to somewhere
Many new bridges built and lessons learned

The winding roads I have traveled

New ground only spiritual truths found

Between closed doors and open doors I’ve been torn
Many a path I have worn
Forsaken feelings become gray clouds crying out loud
I tire of my ways
So many trying days

Spiritual belief and higher power relief
Tends my grief
I did not ask to be ill
I am inside myself and still
Hang on to strength and will
Upon me Heavenly Angels and Mercy spill

Everything, everyone has a history
Roads get traveled
Bridges get crossed and some bridges burned
There’s always a road that leads back to somewhere
Many new bridges built and lessons learned

The winding roads I have traveled

New ground only spiritual truths found

New roads paved my footsteps pound
Only God hears my footsteps sound
Angels all around
One door closed
At the open door I’m found
To be somebody’s Angel
I am bound

Everything, everyone has a history
Roads get traveled
Bridges get crossed and some bridges burned
There’s always a road that leads back to somewhere
Many new bridges built and lessons learned

The winding roads I have traveled

New ground only spiritual truths found

I am counting feathers
The Heavenly Angel I mirror
My fate no longer furor

– Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin © 2010

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