I was walking the gravel dirt road
night had long since fallen
the coolness of the evening
rushed to embrace me as
its body, a wisp of fog descended.
Each step seemed so loud to me
in the still silence of the cooling night
as the mule in the pasture next to me
grazing still moving onto another green blade
he must be a night owl in the mammalia world
ushering his fellow creatures off to beds of straw
laying down upon the damp earth…
as I walked loudly by,
rocks and gravel crunching underfoot,
I, for a moment in my existential longings
considered who I was…a mere man,
nothing special…blessed, of course
by a God of amazing grace…all an epiphany
on a walk on a gravel road at night.
Pastor's Ponderings 
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