The Road To Always Poem by Jon McIntosh

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.