At the end of the road

Field

At the end of the road I found forgiveness

At the end of the road I found love

A love and forgiveness

I never would have thought possible

When travelling those hard long cold lonely highways

Over so many years

At the end of the road

I found an open doorway

That revealed a field of flowers

Growing in my heart

Nurtured by compost

Watered by tears

And in the midst of that floral forest

Danced the inner children

So long denied

So long obscured by painful circumstance

At the end of the road

That led to the open field of flowers

I finally realised

How innocent and pure the soul really is

And how often that innocence is lost

But that paradoxically

It is in the losing

That the beauty truth complexity and simplicity

Of soul is truly revealed

In that open field of flowers

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