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The Road

November 24, 2022

A stirring becomes a recollection

Of memories

Stored in vaults

Sealed shut

Locked in pain

Opened only by the blood.


In God’s timing 

I can wait

The stories are endless

The rooms go on forever.


A yes from heaven 

He chooses which doors to open

He cleans up the messes

And wipes clean the pain

He holds the newborn

And siphens the ash

And restores the glow

Of innocence


Perfect are His ways

And perfect am I

In Him

This is the road we travel


The bloodlines we

Walk upon

The restoration we reveal.


(c) 2022,  Nikki Lyn Pugh

Photo by Michael Schwarzenberger (@blickpixel)


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