Tangles

It’s a ride down a gravel road
Twisting and turning
Sometimes loosing signal
The end in sight but not in vision

We don’t always know what we want
That’s more often than not
A future of truly living
Or the past and forgiving?

Life’s like a field rattled by wind
All the grass and blooms whipped into tangles
We’re the flowers enshrouded in weeds
Greenery blocking the sight of our needs

There can be beauty in that unknown
Knot by knot, untied and finding a home
Petals freed by pushing ahead
Love from the tangles, alive from the dead