Currents

The road between our home and family 
Runs over Mississippi River ways.
We push the current flowing tip to toe,
Our fight to keep connections clear and free. 
As water runs, the trek would last for days; 
By car the road is sixteen hours or so. 
We’ve driven this some ten or twenty times, 
A circuit as complete as blood pathways.
As generations come and go, I know
The route of life will change, but God designs This flow.

(For today’s poem I tried out a curtal sonnet, created by the poet Gerard Manley Hopkins. Now if only I could write as beautifully as him! I’m also having issues with layout posting–I’m still figuring out ways and means for these posts.)