Man when all you want to do is what you already know.
When it gets comfortable, when you get into the groove.
Rhythm, understanding.
It’s not necessarily fun or easy, but you know it.
You get it.
Especially in unfamiliar places.
You find one thing. Something you like. Something you know.
And you stay. You keep going back.
But when you veer into the woods.
When you get the extra bite. The extra scratch.
When you have to duck and skirt and dip low to avoid the thorns.
To see what’s ahead. What’s just around the corner.
Just past the thicket.
A view that locks your knees and softens your face.
Was it worth it?
To risk the extra sweat, extra blood, extra stumble?
To follow the narrow way.
To see and marvel at the beauty beyond the briars.
The open coast.
The deep waters and wispy windy waves.
To see from the heights.
To see and thank.
To see and praise.
The point to a greater maker.
Who’s face softens even more for you.
Who’s hands extend even farther for you.
The scarlet love that runs over all.
Because it was and is and always will be for you.
