It began as a narrow path,
some miles back,
where I got on.
Dirt was all it was, this road.
...
A rock rises in the grasslands,
a beast stands upon it.
A grumble rises from his belly,
a roar escapes his throat.
...
The King Star sits, there above all.
In the center of everything, he gives light to darkness.
Upon His touch, shadows are stalled.
Even the great Lochness
...
There He sits on his stool,
easel and canvas sit in front of Him,
what will He paint?
...
At last we see the mountain,
we have been wandering here for days.
The woods are an unforgiving place,
when darkness begins to fall.
...
The water roars downstream,
a warning, of sorts, of things to come.
A vessel rounds a rock,
...
Standing outside the door,
the hero hears the sound of a monstrous creature taking massive breaths.
But he,
in white robes,
...
A house is not a home unless it contains food and fire for the mind as well as the body. -Benjamin Franklin)
The Road To Always
It began as a narrow path,
some miles back,
where I got on.
Dirt was all it was, this road.
Just a dirt path.
Trees lined it, as if on parade,
sights were waiting just beyond those trees.
The dirt opened up a bit,
then gravel led the way.
Sights could be seen.
Gravel has given way to concrete,
then concrete to asphalt.
The road to always continues to twist and turn,
leading me now,
on that asphalt.
The trees that once lined the road
seem to have vanished from existence.
The sites to see have been seen.
The end is in sight.
What is that I see?
A person waits for me?
There He stands in white robes aglow,
at the end of the road.
His hand is outstretched,
His word is 'love'.
My Savior has waited for me,
I knew He would.
The road to always was hard and long,
its potholes were many,
its turns were few,
but now.
at the end,
I am happy.