Take a shower: dead end

I have been wearing this tired old robe like a dried piece of beef for so long. Yes that chew got me through some dark days still I wonder if I made this road so much longer than it needed to be.. funny, the talk of the road. If all things ceased to offend, and were so neutral like the lines in the road. If every feeling could be like a cold breath never wavering into a stifled choke, I would have been free… long before now. This is not what is normally thought of, but it’s true. That hate, that pain is the exact same as those lines in the road, I won’t let this push me sideways. I don’t think or talk about the road, why think or talk about this?

Is that all I needed? Did I wander forever taking what I thought was good for me, what I thought was God sent when really the warning was “God wouldn’t send this to you this way”. I heard that so many times but I was stubborn. I was offended that this wasn’t the way I thought it should be .. and I am loving with a capital L. Thinking I knew the heart of God.. not sure I want to know everything.. but still I am loving. So be loved.. and not offended. This is the end, I have thrown thee robe aside. This is the end embrace it.

art credit: “At the End of the Road,” by Michael O’Toole 24 x 30 — acrylic