Life is a journey. And as we travel, we come to a smooth road, a rough road or even a crossroads.

Life is good. Like a ray of sunshine, rainbow, aroma of coffee, a sweet blend of sugar and spice. But life is not always as smooth as we want it to be.

Along the way we encounter a rough road. We experience problems, tolerable, not tolerable, unpleasant and almost unbearable. We become vain and bitter. We feel lifeless, dull, worthless and empty. Betrayal, anger, pain, hurt, anguish, remorse, emotional death are the rocks we encounter on the road to this life.

And as we continue to travel, we come to a crossroads. Which way to choose is our life's destiny. Knowing at the end of it, is life or death. At this moment of our life, how we wish we had someone travelling with us. Giving us wisdom to know the right path.

In one crossroads in life, I learned to keep my hands together and pray. I found out that Jesus is the only one and best companion as we travel life's journey. We will never be lost as long as we keep Him by our side.

If you are a traveler, which turn would you take?

A LONER STILL
by: Logan Clarke

A new city. A new time.
Time for coming, a time for leaving. And in-between times.
Time to grow older, perhaps wiser at someone else's expense.
For whatever time I have left, I should owe only to myself.
I've given away so much time in the past
generously, carelessly, too often wastefully
so that now the supply is running low.
I now demand my own time.

I don't apologize for being a loner.
I've been a loner too long for me to become a belonger.
I belong to my own uncertainty; only of that am I certain.

Do I chase rainbow? I guess I do.
Catching a few now and then to help fill up my pocket of dreams.
A pocket that sometimes seems so large it may take more than one lifetime to fill; and yet I'll go on trying.
That may not seem much to most people
But how much more can a loner have?

In the course of my travels, I've found few who understand worse yet fewer who care.
For the ones that do, I have time, take time, give time and share time.
And then I begin again, after another rainbow;
another dream, for that pocket has yet to be filled.

And so it is --
And so I remain --
A Loner Still...