Saturday, October 23, 2010

Abandoned alongside someone's old shed among dried grasses and peeling paint. Life has a way of doing that to people, too. I am of two minds about it, actually. There is the rust that comes from a falling rain, the fading of a glaring sun, the broken glass, the bent up fenders; by the time you've travelled enough to have been somewhere, life has transformed you into a corroding carcass, sometimes both inside and out.



But is that all it is, this life we live? The road stretched far and wide as we drove west that day... straight ahead, up and down, left and a little to the right; we pulled into Galena in a kind of pilgrim's euphoria. We had found our destination, our hearts were light despite the road. Our hearts were light because we had travelled that road!



The rust that would rot my heart will all be wiped clean one day - indeed it is wiped clean every time I let it be wiped and cared for. The shattered glass will be repaired, a bent life put to rights. Do you wonder what I mean? What I could be talking about? Why is she going on and on?...you ask. Well, it may not be for you, but it is definately for me. There is someone who has travelled this road with me for such a long time, thank God.

I will not come to this.

4 comments:

Out on the prairie said...

A most powerful post, love the heartfelt message.

Pam said...

Dear Allison..
Just when I think I've heard it all you amaze me with your eloquent rendition of your beautiful inner thoughts about the road of life as you see it.

You INSPIRE me! Thank you my friend..
Blessings, Pam

PS, I moved my blog, you can follow me at http://simplycoastal.blogspot.com

Costea Andrea Mihai said...

excellent photos! bravo!

Southern Lady said...

Beautifully written! Thank God that I will be cleaned up one day too! I shall never come to that either! Carla