Monday, December 10, 2012


Point A to Point B may be quickest following along the path of straight line, but folks in an unabashed search for the secret of life may find the road is best wandered upon like two side-by-side trails of a pasture lane upon a rolling field of purple clover, previously traversed by wayward ancestors, sometimes lost in the grey morning fog, then brilliant like an undisturbed brushed masterpiece in a clearing, and beyond that, hidden in a vale, a white church needing a coat of paint, with a crumbling wishing well echoing deep tonal notes of falling pebbles into cool green water below, and the gravitational force of slow circling of one another, the pulse quickens, at last arm in arm up the three steps to the heavy wooden black doors. And you're there.


Blogger Jinksy said...

That hast to take the gold medal for the longest sentence amongst this week's Mags! LOL :)

12/11/2012 2:27 AM  
Blogger Berowne said...

Outstanding effort in the never-ending search for the meaning of life. Well cone.

12/11/2012 6:36 AM  
Blogger Helen said...

... the road taken.

12/11/2012 12:49 PM  
Blogger Tess Kincaid said...

Beautiful, Phil.

12/12/2012 3:40 PM  

Post a Comment

<< Home

11,041 vagabonds plus:
Free Hit Counters
Web Counters

All original designs and text created by the author of this blog, Phil L., are licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike3.0 License. All other materials remain the property of their respective owners and/or creators, unless of course they are part of the public domain.