My way, the high way,
at least that’s the way,
I expected today to go ....
But once again I forgot,
life and others have other plans ….
So the stations of the cross
that hang on the side walls
of every church now hung
in my center aisle. So where’s
my Simon, where’s my Veronica,
where’s our Mary to
help me?
© Andy Costello, Reflections 2017
September 14: the Feast of
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