Crossroads Poem by Dennis Go

We walk down the dark roads,
The dark halls that lead
A path to where I hoped it will
Definitely lift my being:
Into the arms of your nourishment
And redeeming.

We climb the steepest hills,
The valleys that echo our voices
Where I yelled a thousand names, which
Only one name answers back
My calls of grief, woe
And misgiving.

I could never disagree on
The fact that it was you who keeps
Guiding my soul on the way
Through the dark halls and steep hills.
Hence, I offer the largest portion
Of my life, the biggest measure
Of what the soul would call:
Meaning.