He Shows the Way Forward

There in the solid blackof forested nightour wheels weaved throughgravelly rocky ridgesand pitted chasms.We shoved aheadthrough streaming mud,glad for a Shepherdwho sees in the dark.But then we braked,hearts sinking in silencewhen headlights hit a lake–oops, not a normal lake,a wide muddy puddleslyly barring the waywhile licking woodlandon both its shores,hungrily lying in wait.What to do?Continue reading “He Shows the Way Forward”