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Wide Open Road
by Robert Flores

Traveling the road with my friend.
A road used by many a traveler.
All the world laid before us.
Scenery changes as we move forward.
Not too slow. Not too fast.
We don’t believe in shortcuts.
We follow the rules of the road.
There is no map—only God as our Guide.
Our faith is in each other, because our faith is in Him.
But it hasn’t always been easy.
We’ve hit some bumps along our way.
Rough weather and confusion, too.
Somehow we’ve made it through all of the adversity.
We’re best friends—something like a rarity.
All too often extinct like brontosauruses.
We make each other so happy by making each other so happy.
Our love is so vast—like the cornfields that go on forever.
Skeletons of past friendships are passed on the side of the road.
They weren’t willing to work for it. But we are.
I don’t fear what lies ahead.
I know we can get through anything.
In blistering heat, we cool each other. In frigid snow, we warm each other.
The horizon line divides heaven and earth—that’s the path we’re traveling.
We treasure where we have been together.
Landscapes and memories are stored away in our hearts.
The wind whips in our faces. . . and we smile at each other.
Our very own world to explore.
The sun rises. Long shadows are cast into the future.
The wide open road spreads before us.
And time disappears.

March 19, 2008