Somewhere a Highway

Somewhere a Highway

R. Lynn Bruning

Somewhere a highway winding
through the desert
and around the Dead Sea;
lean in closer and you will see
two women holding hands,
their feet covered in sand;
they’re heading home to family.

Somewhere a highway leading
from my heart
and up to the Lord’s front door—
a road shadowed by wild boars
and teeth of mountain lions.
Oh, once I get to Zion,
my soul won’t wander anymore.

Somewhere a highway rolling
from the Delta
and across the county line;
lean in closer and you will find
you and me as kids,
driving through the grid
of cornfields in the summertime.

Somewhere a highway leading
from my heart
and up to the Lord’s front door—
a road shadowed by wild boars
and teeth of mountain lions.
Oh, once I get to Zion,
my soul won’t wander anymore.

Somewhere a highway snaking
through the desert
and then south toward the sea;
lean in closer and you can see
a lowly Son of Man
healing all the land
on his final walk from Galilee.

Somewhere a highway leading
from my heart
and up to the Lord’s front door—
a road shadowed by wild boars
and teeth of mountain lions.
Oh, once I get to Zion,
my soul won’t wander anymore.

Somewhere a highway forking
from this moment
and to where I don’t know;
lean in closer and the scene will show
me feeling so unwise,
my hand up to my eyes;

Oh, I wish I knew which way to go.
Somewhere a highway leading
from my heart
and up to the Lord’s front door—
a road shadowed by wild boars
and teeth of mountain lions.
Oh, once I get to Zion,
my soul won’t wander anymore.

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R. Lynn Bruning
Writer & Musician

R. Lynn is a writer of fiction, poetry, and song lyrics. She has an MFA in Writing for Children from Simmons University. 

Photography by Isaac Bruning