The Journey

More felt than heard,

a whisper plumbs the deep, dark waters of my soul

and resonates throughout:

Gentleness, for a time, stills the chaos of the storm;

reassurance disperses the darkness of the depths.

 

 

“And forget not, noble son,

in mine own image wast thou created;

therefore, thou shalt not be left comfortless:

Because thou art written in our heart,

we shall remain with thee always.” ( 1 )

 

 

Heavenward, I lift my eyes:

God is my home, my origin and destination.

And though my journey’s path leads beyond the light,

my course is set: I shall not yield to darkness or storm —

for the fruit of faith is hope, redemption, and fullness of joy.

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(c) Copyright 2007 William Mason. All rights reserved: The work titled "Reprieve" (the poem directly above) may not be published, broadcast, rewritten, or redistributed without written permission from the author.