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 foreruns dying ….

With suffering , pain & strife.

 

I’ve climbed the mighty mountain

And fallen down it’s side.

Been scratched and bruised and broke

With error as my guide.

 

I lay there through the winter

All covered --- froze --- 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.