I used to think this was God’s country
Here, on the straight roads of Midwest America.
Even now, I can’t deny the different flavor of freedom
That is breathing air deeply
While pursuing a path so confident in the way
It sits straight before you for miles.
And I thought the roads were better for being straight,
Because I hadn’t learned the way
Curves and bends can hide, until the last minute
When they surprise you
With the sun and all the land
Glowing more brilliantly for being unexpected.
Originally published at www.thisisbeautifuldust.com.