Thirsty Traveller Poem by Charles Karia

Oh,
My God.
Such a long journey.
Not like a tour to Bombay.
The evil is evident, on every turn.
For devil seeks eagerly to maim and burn,
All those tired sojourners thathope,
To make it to land of promise.
But come sun or moon,
We trudge on.
So,
I say no,
To things of flesh,
All that temporal trash,
That snares that naïve traveller
Converting a great saint to pub dweller.
I thank God for the journey grace,
For he has kept me in peace,
This far his great hand,
On this long road,
Has kept.
Rapt.