Traveling Eastward

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow if I can,
Pursuing it with weary feet,
Until it joins some larger way,
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

Yes there is but one Road and I'm on it. I do not know what I will encounter along the way. But I'm certain that, since it is the only Road, it is the best Road.

Be still my soul, the Lord is on thy side.