The Journey
(a Journey poem #1)
Marie Slider
24 December 2017
A scared little girl was running to
and fro,
Trying to find something, or someone, she
didn't know.
A thousand thoughts were
whirling and creeping inside her mind;
A doorway to her heart, in
darkness, she couldn't find.
Then a fire started stirring and
shining from up above;
A little spark of hope, of
healing, and of love.
It started to brighten the gloomy
way,
The path began switching from night
to day.
As her feet began to twitch and
tingle,
Her frame of mind went surely
single.
She knew at that moment what she
must do,
But where would she get the strength to
make it through?
Ahead lay mush and cracks and stones,
That she felt would surly break
her bones.
Bravely she began pushing,
jumping, and moving,
Her heart muscles started
slowly improving.
For as long as she kept her eyes
On her next step towards her prize,
The path grew rails of hope,
And from the ceiling came a rope.
The gift of these tools helped her to fight,
In doing what she knew to be right.
And when she stood firmly at the
door,
She had no idea what was in store.
But she knew that she need not show fear,
For suddenly a small
peephole did appear.
When she began viewing what was
inside,
She was truly filled with
a humbled pride.
For her faith and good works were
finally rewarded,
And the doubt inside her mind was
completely aborted.
She knew in that moment she could
never explain,
The unique peace that filled her
heart, all words seemed too plain.
While faithfully pushing the door
ajar,
She heard a soft voice boom from
afar;
"You're welcome here, I've missed you
so!
But if you want, you are free
to go,
And when you decide you want to
return,
That negativity inside you,
I'll gladly burn.
I've done it many times before,
But it's something you've forgotten
or tried to ignore.
The love you are feeling can
forever be yours,
This comfort is for all believers who
walk through My doors.
When you finally decide
to stay here with Me,
I promise I will carry
you into Eternity."
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