Barren roads.
Though unfamiliar.
May connect,
And Lie,
At the core,
of Lost & Found.
A faith,
In the call,
That directed,
That road,
On this day.
Perhaps.
Occurring like a,
Gossamer thread.
If allowed.
Trusted.
Indeed seen.
As though,
A lone star.
Embraced by,
An indigo sky.
The destination,
Will reveal,
That the spinner,
of that divine thread.
Was none other,
Than,
Your own heart.
Rob O'Neill (July 03, 2017)
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