The Long Road with Time
I met Pain early on the road. It did not shout or strike again, it simply walked beside me. Unforgiveness followed soon after, a quiet companion with a long memory. Time came last. Time did not hurry us forward as I had once believed it would. It only walked the same slow road with patient steps. For years we travelled like this, Pain pointing often to the place where the road had broken, Unforgiveness refusing the bridge that others said I ought to cross. Time said very little. Sometimes I thought it was waiting for something. Sometimes I thought it had forgotten me entirely. Yet the seasons turned around us. Grass rose and fell along the path. Storms came and passed again. And still we walked. There are wrongs the earth itself seems to remember… broken trust, wrongs no hand can set right, griefs that settle deep...
