May all of us walk up that road
that leads from blindness to what’s true.
Priorities get altered, too.
We struggle pained against the goad
refusing to give up our load
of dark delusions – off they fly.
In brilliant light we breath a sigh
of joy proclaiming, as we pray,
the humble praise we raise today
when we were stopped by God on high.
I was thinking of Acts 9 and Erica-Sommer Dudley’s song, Road to Damascus.
Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “sigh” to be used in a C-line for this week’s décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 