THE WAY

There is the right way

And the wrong way

Anyway

The highway

Or the One Way

Chose wisely

tom tenbrunsel

A Carl Sandburg Writer

*Photo by Jay Secretarski

Author’s Note: Driving cross country. In the middle of the night no traffick, at an aboadon intersection not a car or truck in sight. I downshifted my rig rumbling to a stop. It happened. Just a glance to my left. And there it was that cross all lit up forge hot. The sign said ‘One Way.’ Something paused me. A wash came over me, head to toe. There it was a sign pointing to a sign in total highway darkness. I have no idea how long my engine patiently “gluck gluck” idled as me starting at that cross. My rig lurched forward. My eyes glued to that beacon cross, As I crossed to the on ramp ahead, it was as if the cross was composed of thousands of people assumpting upwards. The cross flashed then faded to dark in my rear view mirror, forever on my mind. Why had I “kum by ya” that night, by Whom. I felt renewed. A new believer, a warm feeling filled my heart. I was a changed man going forward into the night. “On a road least traveled by, I found who am I are.”

tom tenbrunsel

Carl Sandburg Writer 2023

Author’s Note: If you see a sign heed it. It may not be by chance.

We adore you O Christ and we praise you because by the holy cross Thou hast redeemed the world.