The journey

From the depths You called me out

Tear stained pillow neath my head

Buckle up, gird your loins

For a different plan instead

Hesitating, cautious intrigue,

Starlight dancing, Ere romancing

Beckon deeper, onward go

Through the thick and smoky fog I see

The vision

Clouded in confusion

Intrigued me yet to follow

Beckon deeper, onward go

As suns heat burns the fog

Sneaks a peak at

The rocky path revealed below

Beckon deeper, onward go

“Are you sure?” My senses thought

As Doubts begin to grow

“Surely not”, I must conclude,

Seems much too hard to go.

But from within the

Heavenly Host reminded, gently chided,

“Beckon deeper, onward go.”

“But show a sign”, I say,

So I may know

The path I’m on is right

I’ve chosen the right way

Nothing from the echos

Save a distant raven cry

Leaves me restless

Ever doubting

Forks unwinding, intertwining

Make it difficult to see

The end from the beginning

Still the Host sings ever faintly

Beckon deeper, onward go