I started on my journy with a load on my back
It gave me no problems because the way was well troden and easy
As the road grew harder the weight on my back became a burden
Soon I could not make a step without stumbling and the burden grew heavier
Many days passed, as I stumbled on my way
One day I stumbled upon a mountain side
At the top of the moutain, I looked up to see a cross
My burden fell from my back
A peace came over me that felt like all would be ok
Though the rest of my journey was hard, my steps where guided to the end
The end of my road brought me before a majestic city
As the gate swung open; a voice called to me
"Come in my child. Welcome home."
 Dark Fox Lucien · Tue Feb 12, 2008 @ 10:39pm · 4 Comments |
