THE JOURNEY
There was a meadow green
And a mountain tall,
There was a Season Spring
And a Season Fall.
One precedes the blossoming
The bursting forth with life …..
The other fore runs dying ….
With suffering, pain & strife.
I’ve climbed the mighty mountain
And fallen down it’s side.
Been scratched and bruised and broken
With error as my guide.
I lay there through the winter
All covered --- frozen --- still.
When words like “love” and “truth” and “hope”
Began my heart to fill …..
A letter full of promise
From one so close to God
And I could squirm & wriggle
And raise up off the sod.
The meadow green began to form
Before my very eyes.
The joy and love of “welcome back!”
Was burst across the skies.
The love of God is awesome,
His mercy has no bound,
When one who slept and was stone cold,
Is warmed … and loved … and found.