I’ve lost a lot along the way,
The journey has been long,
I’ve kept on course even though
My shoes were frayed and worn;
I think of all I left behind,
Family, yes, and friends,
I left them all just standing there,
My journey never ends.
I had a vision of the Truth
That would lead me to The Way,
I disregarded all who thought
That I was going astray.
I had so little and now have naught,
My clothes are thin, thread-bare,
But I continued on my course;
My faith would get me there.
And now the prophet stands in front
Of all who’ve gathered here;
He tells us that “This is the place”
And I am filled with fear.
There is nothing that I can see,
As far as I can see,
There are no roads paved with gold,
No bush or shrub or tree;
It is a barren place, I know,
And where will I belong?
A bishop smiles, with pity now,
And buys me for a song;
I’ve given up most everything
With just a single goal,
And now I’m left with nothing but
To sell my very soul.
(Sandy’s poem-note: ok, this is kind of a sequel to “This is the Place”—posted recently–I didn’t plan it; it just happened; I think my muse has been busy—sls)
