One road winds over the mountains through storm clouds wild and cold – another runs out to the sunset in a glory of crimson and gold… Some go by way of green pastures where the healing waters spring – refreshing the soul that has travelled deep valleys of suffering.
Good is the road that leads forward to comfort, contentment and rest – and good is the road of adventure pursuing an unending quest – but there is a point of convergence – where my road meets your road, my friend – for we are all on the same homeward journey, and all roads are one in the end.
