New Pathways

Tollgates on redemption road

calling out my name


Turnstiles of a fated past ...

exiting the blame


Looking back all fares are paid

new pathways to begin


Eyes now closing, heart at rest

— salvation free within


(My Son Trystan & I — April 16, 2024) 


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