by Joe Bisicchia
There.
Face full of traffic.
So many of us on the way
from somewhere to somewhere.
Rough is the road.
Rugged it can be.
So will go the bumps
and jagged turns,
stumps and steep falls,
unnoticed holes from nature
and human nature.
We each have our dents.
While foul forces try to carve us,
stop us, cut us,
detract us,
we can know the way by grace.
There.
It is always good to see God’s face
in the face full of the human race.
So many of us on the way.