We Are Arrived My Friend Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

to there
to there we go
to there
the promised land
we are arrived my friend
I heard
chains fall
I felt
a breeze of heaven
in my wearied Soul
and my eyes
fixed on the heavens
went for
we, we have to go
to the appointed place,
the tombs, the graves,
the cemetery roads,
the still
of a drear nighted
chill:
to there we go, my friend
and
that be why and wherefore
my friend
in my verse of an ageing man
Of these things often so
I sing:
For there I am arrived, my friend