“The Journey”

Here is a beautiful & profound poem found at the Q Tree here:

https://wqth.wordpress.com/2020/01/19/dear-kmag-20200119-open-topic/

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  1. The Journey

    A man looked at our country and saw the dark days;
    Liberty and justice all gone by the ways.

    Our spirit was smothered, our faith was put down,
    Our families suffered as the jobs left our towns.

    He knew hope remained, but soon would be gone.
    He knew he could help; a task he’d take on.

    “Our country’s been good to me. I’ll answer this call.
    I’ll stand in the gap and then rebuild the wall.”

    He’d leave what he knew and set himself to the chore
    To restore our great country and do even more.

    He’d give of himself and not for power or fame,
    But all for our country, and our country’s name.

    He left his happy home, his child and his wife,
    To travel fate’s path and fix our country’s strife.

    As the Traveler strode down his path of fate,
    He came to a long wall and in it, two gates.

    A Gatekeeper stood, in a cobblestone yard,
    His visage was grim and he was lean and hard.

    The Traveler spoke, “I’ve come a long way.”
    “Can you tell me which gate I’m to use today?”

    The Gatekeeper said in a gruff, gravelly voice,
    “It’s your destination, so it must be your choice.”

    “But there are two gates,” the Traveler said,
    “I can’t see the road, or what lies ahead.”

    The Gatekeeper said, “I can show you the road,”
    “But the choice will be yours, which way to go.”

    The first gate was grand, it was tall and wide;
    Set with gems and gold, a monument to pride.

    An inscription above, not just one, but two,
    “Enter ye worthy men.” and “To thyself be true.”

    The Gatekeeper said, “Come over and see.”
    “This way is beautiful. I think you’ll agree.”

    The Traveler approached and looked down the way
    At trees, a brook, and a long green fairway.

    A broad, smooth road wound lazily away,
    And a breeze, puffy clouds, made a beautiful day.

    He saw on tables, placed all along the road,
    A huge feast was spread, a sight to behold.

    The men dressed richly, women gaily, with frills.
    As they laughed and strolled toward the low hills;

    A place to indulge, revel in all delights,
    Along this road ‘til it wound out of sight.

    He wasn’t quite sure, but thought he could hear
    Soft music playing and beckoning “Walk here.”

    The Gatekeeper spoke, with his words still gruff,
    “You’ve seen what you need. You’ve seen enough.”

    “Come over this way, come over and see,”
    “Have a look where this other gate will lead.”

    The Traveler came near and peered close to look
    At a small narrow gate in a dull, dirty nook.

    This second gate was drab and stood quite low.
    He must stoop way down before he could go.

    Above the small door, a few words were spread;
    “The last will be first.” was all that it said.

    The Traveler bent down and peered through the door
    At a few dying bushes, dirty weeds, little more.

    The path was narrow with holes, mud and rocks,
    Further on, withered bushes with broken off tops.

    A few groups here and there, forgotten, alone,
    Wearing patched clothes, having nothing of their own.

    The scene was so bleak and the sky was so gray,
    Yet a soft voice of hope whispered through the dismay.

    Three men wearily marched with two drums and a fife,
    One limping, two bandaged, barely clinging to life.

    Another came by, bloody uniform in rags,
    Cradling gently in his arms a muddy, torn flag.

    He was helped by two women; one’s torch lit the way.
    Another, blind, held scales; they trudged slowly away.

    A small family appeared, starving, almost dead,
    But a man shared his meal, two small fish, some bread.

    Near a small cross on a low muddy hill,
    A few people knelt, closely huddled with chill.

    All were so weary, some rested, some prayed;
    There were a few children, but none of them played.

    Then the Traveler spoke, “It’s this way I’ll go.”
    “The small gate’s the way. I can help, I know.”

    The Traveler passed through and looked all around.
    The Gatekeeper watched, but didn’t make a sound.

    The Traveler reached out, took the hand of a child.
    The Gatekeeper stood up, and then slowly he smiled.

     

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God Bless YOU on your ongoing adventurous journey with the Lord!

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