The grinding under our bicycle
wheels led us to one side
then the other
a pile of loose stones
leading the way
and such became the paths
of life. First one way
then the other---often incidents
becoming the norm.
There were times I lost
my way. Tears and the comfort
of friends helpful but
not sustaining. I could not
find my path until
I turned to a special friend --
and Jesus is His name.
 Richard L. Provencher
All messages for Richard or Esther can be sent directly to: richardprov2@gmail.com. They enjoy reading comments on their work. Readers are welcome to visit their website at: www.wsprog.com/rp/. Free downloads also available. They live in Truro, Nova Scotia. Canada. Blessings for your loved ones
