Detour

 
I stare at the flooded road.
“Don’t worry,” God says. “There’s another way.”
My heart drops at the burned-out bridge.
“Don’t worry,” God says. “There’s another way.”
I wail when I see the tornadoed stretch.
“Don’t worry,” God says. “There’s another way.”
In a fit of anger, I shred the map.
God smiles and says, “Exactly. Now you can follow me.”
 
 
 
© Meisaan Chan
Unknown's avatar

About Meisaan Chan

www.curvingtowardthecenter.wordpress.com
This entry was posted in Poetry, Spiritual poetry and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a comment