The Road

I know it is a long journey
To where I need to get.

I see a road lay before me,
Of dirt and rock
And hard terrain.
I see mountains
I will climb and look
Out over the wide
and lush land
With love in my heart.

I see rivers I will cross
With wild water and
Slippery stones
Where I will lose my footing
And rushing, churning
Current reaches
past my head

I may gasp for air
But I will not drown.

I see rustling leaves
Lining the road
Trees, flowers, grass
Bird’s song alongside
My own
As footsteps pound
A rhythm to the ground.

I see heavy winter coating
Of snow and slippery ice
A quiet, white world
With only echoes
And tracks of life.

I can’t run ahead,
I can’t cut across
I have no wheels
I have no horse
I can only walk.

When I cannot walk
I will crawl.
When I cannot crawl
I will rest.

Hoping, maybe
Knowing certainly
What is waiting
At the end.