The Journey of Prayer and Devotion
Poetry by Gill Schwartz


YOU HAVE TO CROSS OVER
SOONER OR LATER

Nations rage and crumble.
Monster shapes loom in dark terror,
detailed as the mind can take.
A groan growing louder and louder.
Rows and rows of pilgrims, wailing psalms,
a few already soaring like angels,
return to the flame within.

You wait, thoughts piling
in logjam urgency, considering.
All the while, one Eye glaring,
one hidden and unknown,
He – Who is we beneath our dreams of flesh and time –
awaits your return from wandering.

 

 

 

Copyright Nathaniel Schwartz 2003   www.WisdomVisions.com