I have always been the odd ball.

One of the black sheep.

Always in my own space.

Away from the main heap.

I often walk at a different pace.

Beside the main trail, Slowly I creep.

Does it matter how I get there.

If we are going the same place.

I will blaze a new path, leave footprints, deep.

For other black sheep to follow, not hiding their face.

We all head for the same greener pasture.

This reward we all can reap.

The Love of God is for us all.

Reguardless of our path,  or whos company we keep.

 

By JD Bardo