Fellow Traveller

Sometimes

When the journey is too much

It is easy to doubt the destination.

Sometimes

When the stones are hard

It is easy to blame the shoes.

Sometimes

When our heads are bowed

It is hard to read the signs.

But sometimes

When darkness falls

There is a shining window

And an open door,

A smiling face

And a welcoming hand.

A kindly voice

Calling us in

Then perhaps we can remember

That we are only pilgrims.

And that we have no abiding city here.

But that the ones we love

Live here too.

JL Dec 17^th  10: 55