Journeys
by Paul Purdayhttps://www.etsy.com/uk/shop/PaulPurdayPaintings?ref=seller-platform-mcnav
Amid the journey's rush-hour tear
Of mixed directional melee
Cars, taxis, bikes, and people, share
and each pursue their frantic way
All life is there.
The journeys will have little worth
When, as in fiction, they will go
Towards the centre of the Earth
Where all-consuming fires will glow
Their only birth.
A second birth will show a way
A journey with the people mixed
against the tide, and will display
Those who, with upward look are fixed
To brighter day.
Like Him who journeyed here back then
His path of pain was mixed with joy
When He engaged Himself with men
And though men would His Life destroy
He lives again.
And in that risen journey, we
will walk His way, as raised with Him
His Life in us, so we may see
in clarity, no longer dim
All, all, is He!
