“Only the dusty flowers, the clank of censors and tracks, leading from somewhere to nowhere.”
[Anna Akhmatora, 20th century Russian Poet]
We imagine that roads are signs, showing us where we are so we can journey on. We may walk in desperation, but always in faith.
“To believe in something not yet proved and to underwrite it with our lives,” writes Lillian Smith; “it is the only way we can leave the future open.”
May we be blessed to walk the roads that lead us together.