Driving down the highway <br />its late and getting dark. <br />Bright lights of traffic <br />making my heavy eyes diminish <br />in the keenness of their sight. <br />I park and take a needed rest <br />but still the tiredness stays <br />like the foreboding, dark and rushing clouds <br />that are bringing down the rain. <br /> <br />Then I remember Your quiet presence <br />and my awareness rushes out, <br />past the tired momentum <br />of my driving late at night. <br />Your presence surrounds me <br />and takes the role away <br />of the fatigued and tired man <br />which I thought that I had played. <br /> <br />You guided me and took the strain <br />as I drove on through the dark and rain <br />and delivered me both safe and sound <br />as together we traversed <br />the way upon this planet Earth.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/travelling-the-highway/
