I drive slowly through a tangle of red lights
following who knows who to who knows where as
sirens in that red light district called “world-sanctioned” lure me
to cruise, to stop, to park awhile.
Looking for a bit of pottage to satisfy my flesh,
I have wandered into places I’ve been warned to never venture into.
Within seconds I become witness to the trafficking of
my famished, truth-starved soul.
Rushing head-long toward deception, I glance beyond
to see Truth, himself, standing … hands extended … waiting.
I notice his scarred wrists.
And I realize I have never before been loved like this–all my other lovers,
they taunted me for my unfaithfulness to them.
But He–He quietly invites me to return–to know Him as the Way.
And I accept.