The Journey


By Marcia K. Leaser

September 15, 2011

 

                     The journey I'd started was rugged.

                         I was alone most all the first day.

                     Then I met a man who was traveling

                         by himself, the very same way.

 

                     I don't know which one first decided,

                         the road would not be quite so long.

                     And the time would not drag on forever,

                         if we journeyed, as one, from then on.

 

                     I wasn't sure why I was running.

                         All I knew was I needed a change.

                     He seemed to take charge as we traversed

                         over steep, hilly, jagged terrain.  

 

                     We neither talked much as we wandered.

                         Yet, I felt I’d met Him sometime.

                     Before long I was finding the uneven path,

                         somehow much smoother to climb.

 

                     We walked through a valley of darkness.

                         It seemed not one light did we know.

                     But He pointed up to the Heavens,

                         and a star - a bright star - leant its glow.

 

                     I asked if He knew why I needed to roam?

                         He smiled and nodded His head.

                     I asked if He knew whom I longed for?

                         “Wise men still seek Him," He said.

    

                     I guess I was the one, then, who followed

                         that bright star that illumined His face.

                     And I knew where my journey was heading

                         when He smiled and quickened the pace.

 

                     My questions were often, and varied

                         He knew the answers to all and much more.

                     For, you see, I was on my way to the manger,

                         and He'd been there a long time before.

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



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