Weeds, 4.  Roadside rest

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Weary of the numerous cars,

traveling both directions.

Wishing for a stream,

cool and shady from

the day’s hot, sticky

weather and bustle.

Leaning on the rail of

fencing to prevent snow

in other seasons from drifting.

Listening to birds in far off woods,

their familiar calls and songs.

Swooping from tall trees,

from branches to limbs

sending peaceful vibes.

Breathing the aroma of

fields, flowers, weeds.

Singing a message to all.

Slow your pace and

follow the way

back to simple

moments

in time.

~~~~~~

Country road thoughts by Robin,

Serene photograph also by her.

~~~~~~

Additional words for a Sunday

given by Frederick Buechner:

“Faith is better understood as a verb

than as a noun, as a process than as

a possession. It is an on-again-

off-again rather than

once-and-for-all.

Faith is not being sure

where you’re going,

but going anyway.

A journey without maps.

As theologian Paul…

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