I’d
made a wrong turn - not a big deal
To
someone who spends so much time at the wheel
Been
rode pretty hard and put away wet
Emotionally
raw, stomach upset
Praying
for peace and a confirmation
That
my ordeal would end with an affirmation
When
just up ahead, walking along
A
pair from my past- turn that was wrong?
Oh,
I think not – a purposeful ruse
Allowed
me to see – not be so obtuse
The
workings of fate or karma – a sign
You
call it whatever,I’ll call it divine
The
odds they would be there? You do the
math
That
time of the day, that part of the path?
From
the moment I saw them, I knew I’d been heard
I stopped and we hugged with hardly a word
We’d
been directed and brought to this place
A
wrong turn? A chance? No
way. It was grace.
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