Natural or made by man

lost, lonely, wild

road’s end

path unseen by

naked eye to

naked I


Forgotten, desolate

dangerous place

to be


Another purpose

unseen by me

greater use

of sanding, refining


my waste places

into potential


where seeds of

patience, kindness,

love and joy

have room to grow

without my



© 2015 Julie Clark

Categories: Faith, Hope, Life, Love, Paths, Poetry, Seasons | Tags: , , , , , , | Leave a comment

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