“Does the road wind up-hill all the way?”
“Yes, to the very end.”
“Does the day’s long journey take the whole long day?”
“From morn to night, my friend.”
I just noticed how many of our book titles allude to life’s journey.
On that up-hill road, we often walk:
And that walk we will inevitably need to trust:
We may run:
Our journey may provide escape:
We must release and leave behind:
Our journey will be fraught with dangers and challenges:
Our journey will involve searching and finding:
We will come to places of rest, refreshing, and service:
On our journey we will reminisce, meditate, and remember:
There will be places to pause, let others pass, and gain perspective:
But is there for the night a resting-place?
A roof for when the slow dark hours begin.
May not the darkness hide it from my face?
You cannot miss that inn.
Shall I meet other wayfarers at night?
Those who have gone before.
Then must I knock, or call when just in sight?
They will not keep you standing at that door.
Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?
Of labor you shall find the sum.
Will there be beds for me and all who seek?
Yea, beds for all who come.