Which way to Your heart, Lord? Not as if I've come to a cross-road, Just wary of the one I currently tread on.
Like to a king's lodge, the path that leads So as beautiful and more should this be Everything it is but comely and straight Just then I wondered: this just can't be
Maybe it's not a road at all; maybe no more Could be it leads to nowhere; just endless. As I rise from the umpteenth fall, I knew awe, Felt the cold hands of loneliness taking my breath Then they crept in en masse, the fear kind-less
That's a rocky road, the roughest I've met The sun gnaws at my flesh; I'm scorched and wet The hills I climb, not like what I've seen The cold chilly breeze seep through my pores It's got a trail, snake-like, as the tricky meanders' Lay-about bones along vivified the terror not there
The ‘unsure next' lurks by, yet here we go Down-the-spine-shiver stays, but ahead we row Fleet of stairs up ahead, but burden for tiring legs Can only hope I'm still on track, hope Just outside the city walls, an alien territory. Then by the open gate it hits - something's familiar A blazing flame red, amidst a fount of blood
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem