A poem from the archive for today’s 100 Words

There’s a bend in the road, a road that I know, where time and space stand still.

There’s a bend in the road, a road that I know, where walking the earth is heaven fulfilled.

There's a bend in the road, a road that I walk, where sea and earth collide.

There’s a bend in the road, where my spirit will walk, when my feet grow tired and die.

There’s a bend in the road, a road that I love, where the wind caresses my face.

And I become the place.