Thursday, May 7, 2009
May God Bless Paul on his journey to his kingdom...
Paul was always such a funny, kind man and he will be greatly missed by all who knew him.
Winter's Roads by Ron Carnell I cannot speak for all who stem 'Long roads less traveled as their way, Nor question choices made by them In days long past or nights long dim by words they spoke and did not say.
Each road is long, though short it seems, And credence gives each road a name Of fantasies sun-drenched in beams Or choices turned to darkened dreams, To where each road wends just the same.
From North to South, then back again, I followed birds like all the rest Escaping nature's snowy den On roads I've seen and places been, Forsaking roads that traveled West.
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 They point the way to home sweet home.
But all roads lead to where we go And where we go is where we've been, So home is just a word we know, That space in time most apropos For where we want to be again.
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.
