This lonesome nowhere highway sign,
In trampled, dusty, desert plain,
In brief, exigencies define,
Water, five miles left,
Heaven, or hell, if you decline,
Sinister, I thought, such bait,
Nowhere else to go,
Such choices make ones fate
I took a chance and travelled straight,
To see what it would show,
Wretched thirst, the body’s yearning,
But the soul it pulls me yonder,
All is fire all is burning,
Had I turned, without discerning,
Then, into hell did blunder?
An angel wing brought shadows nigh,
I languished there a while in peace,
So I ask her, did I die,
She smiled, I suckled you, she said,
Heaven, had I found, do miracles ever cease?©04/01/2010
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This is thoughtful, sensitive and worthwhile and it leaves me with such a warm positive feeling.
John
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Regis
Georg