3 July 2013

Passage To Nowhere

Across the border, past the gate,
almost surrendered
to a date with fate.

Past His resting place, once He lay,
people gathered,
then freedom came.

By the gurgling brook, crystal clear,
my mind wandered
back to all that was dear.

Onward journey, end unknown,
fresh mountain air
and sunshine the keystone.

Gazing, reflecting, mind still sore,
out from the void
I climbed – still unsure.

All the while, patient, sure,
he held my hand,
wouldn’t let go.

Smiling, tentative, onward bound,
my hand in his
walked on - steady ground.