God Always Provides a Way Out
Moving roadblock below the speed posted,
Death, hurt, and evil blaring on every FM station,
Daily planner shifting underneath, nearly toasted,
Gray skies, dark earth, frame mid morning's creation.
Now minutes late for an important meeting,
Neither bumper losing, or gaining ground,
Cell phone abuzz with opportunities fleeting,
Heart hastens, numbed head starting to pound.
Last chance for alternate route passes,
Glimpses of freedom, between, offers hope,
A ray of sunshine through dirty glasses?
Eyes become fixed for this stranded myope.
Attention is drawn to that which is not,
Gleaming letters below Penske in gold,
Swiped clean in a deliberate thought,
"God is Good" shines for all to behold.
If confused, look again at the snapshot.
Hidden within, are God's words foretold
10/05/2017
Copyright © Michael Vacek | Year Posted 2017
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