A fork in the road
signed right
for Turning Point
Church.
But my bus went
the other way.
Writer’s Note: The sign exists and so does the church, presumably, although it’s not the one in the photo.
A fork in the road
signed right
for Turning Point
Church.
But my bus went
the other way.
Writer’s Note: The sign exists and so does the church, presumably, although it’s not the one in the photo.
I hope I would have gotten off the bus–might have been a Divine meeting….
Perhaps you’ll have one anyway. =)
This short poem speaks to me about life….
Glad it was resonant to you. =)
Sounds like a tour I was on. π
One cannot simply get off and leave the tour, right? =)
While in San Francisco in June, I went on two tours – one to Yosemite and one to Monterey, Carmel, & Pebble Beach. Each time we were given time at a stop, it was emphasized that we might be left if we were late. One could choose to leave the tour, too, but would be responsible, of course, for his own way back.
So many paths, so little time. π
Yes! But hopefully, we’re choosing the better one every time. =)
Yes, I hope so! Regrets are wasted energy anyway. π