Rest Stop

Come and rest weary traveler

On this shoulder of the road.

Let your dreams carry you for a while.

Allow the ache within to subside, and

Listen to the whisper of your passion.

 

The road has nothing to give

Except what it takes.

Are you surprised at the toll?

What you didn't know you had,

Is the cost of that passage.

 

Everything that's left behind,

Nourishes your every step.

All of it becomes you

This very moment as you arrive,

And leave again. In this breath.

 

Take refuge here, in the knowledge

That the journey reveals

All roads lead to one.

And what appears to be lost,

Is returned in the end as the beginning.

 

-- jwb, 1999