"Got stones in my pathway, and my road seems dark at night"
Driving through Utah behind
A Dakota from Kansas,
Down Mormon desert Zion,
That symphony with a storm
In it, that place for every
Sin and every sin in place,
Save this commuter, rolling
As a pebble in God's shoe
Of righteousness, underfoot,
Uncomfortable, and stuck
In the groove of his making,
Out of place and turned around,
Again and again amazed
At returning to no end.
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