On the open road.
No direction to go.
No place to be.
Just the wind in my hair.
The past behind me.
Oh how I want to be free!
I want to go north.
See the mountains climb.
Feel the cold breeze in my face.
Taste glacier pure water.
Smell the evergreen trees.
Oh how I want to be free!
I want to go south.
See the sandy white beaches.
Feel the warm humid air.
Taste fresh squeezed orange juice.
Smell the salt from the sea.
Oh how I want to be free!
I want to go east.
See the deserts and pyramids.
Feel the dry hot air.
Taste Moroccan cuisine.
Smell the earthy sage tea.
Oh how I want to be free!
I want to go west.
See the canyons glow in the sun.
Feel rapid rivers flowing through my feet.
Taste red wine from the valleys.
Smell the old, musty Redwood tree.
Oh how I want to be free!
© Chad Damitz, 2020
Conform to Jesus 
How I would appreciate being on the open road again. Patiently I will wait.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yes, indeed. Traveling is a spiritual adventure. Godspeed.
LikeLike