by Robert Pegel
Going to take the backroads to heaven.
Will take a little longer to get there.
May get lost a thousand times.
Want to make my spirit pure.
But try as I might
I am so much of this world.
Lost in it.
Must be another way to
reach higher.
Let my spirit lead me
down this path
I haven’t chosen.
To show me where I now belong.
Where I can exist
and find some measure of peace.
Overcome the restlessness
of today.
Light a fire of
eternal hope.
Burn bright in
the flame of my calling.
No matter what they say.
Feeling positive
for the first time
in a long time.
I’ve got a new outlook
for everything that happens.
Guess it’s called grace.
It’s going to be alright.
I just know
it has to be.
Robert Pegel is a husband and father whose only child, his son Calvin, died in 2016. Calvin died in his sleep at age 16 of unknown causes. Robert writes to find a sacred connection between this life and the afterlife. Robert graduated from Columbia University where he majored in English. He has been published before.