THE ROAD AHEAD

Come let us tread the path of faith
With straight and narrow sides
That passes through the valley
In whose shadow death abides

Together let us climb the hills
And scale the stoney ways
Let's place our hands upon the plough
With firmly fix-ed gaze

Lets take the time to burrow deep
And build upon the rock
Enduring all the scathing
of the scorners as they mock

For they, with ease upon the sand
have built up to the sky
Whilst we, with all our labouring
Are barely one inch high

But we shall arise in God's own time
With a shining blaze of glory
And the world that saw us in defeat
Shall attest a different story

Then we shall go forth a'conquering
For our time would have fully come
To liberate the captives
And strike the scorners dumb

So then let love be patient
Enduring pure and strong
For the vision, though it tarry,
Shall not delay for long

This poem was a finalist in the March 2024 poetry contest