Pot Holes
We navigate around most pot holes
but they tend to grow in number.
Time and again jarring the heart... but we move on.
Losing a few pieces of soul but we must roll along.
Then we taste a patch of smoothness
the heart is seduced and soothed.
Until the potholes turn vicious and break us..
In the rear-view mirror,
I see Jesus in Carhart overalls...
filling in the pits.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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