Journeys
For days the sun keeps pouring out it’s unrepentant heat
On yellow sands and hard baked earth, too burning hot for feet
To tread their cindery journey, or to progress on their way,
Until the night-time’s tempering has redeemed the cooler day.
I watched the night-time schooner regain the harbour wall,
Protected from the sea’s storms and the unforgiving squall;
The sails once set out proudly now tattered, hanging down,
Displaying hard fought victory to the ignorance of the town.
Across the painted sky and acknowledging the clouds
Flies a spitfire spouting victory for the benefit of crowds,
Whose necks are craning upwards to dare to see the sight
Of this sleek machine of slaughter, screaming loudly at the light.
And here are daring children on step stones ‘cross the beck,
Leaping lightly, skipping, (like sailors on the deck
Dancing their crazy hornpipe), no fear of storms to come,
When, mud marked, they return to their parents back at home.
The world rolls on its journey, as morning turns to day,
Day becoming evening, then night’s new roundelay;
And season runs to season, and year declines to year,
The sun shines and the moon too, God’s sign that He holds dear
The universe created by His own almighty hand
The skies, the clouds, the heavens, the oceans and the land.
They carry on their journey to that last omega point
When he claims it back forever, all that He did anoint.
For life goes on its journey, as it has always done,
From seas to land, to heavens, from earth warmed by the sun;
Journeyings that can vary from the simpler to the greater -
But the greatest of our journeys is back home to our Creator.
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