The Journey

You say:

Let’s make Love, On the Bed of Hope, Faith will stand Guard, Keeping the Peace I give.

I say: …

And I walk away.

Now Your Voice is all I have left, Persistent in the way it calls me home;

I try to find an excuse, In the weariness of my bones;

You laugh. And You say:

I’ll carry you.

Finally, I have an answer.

“The Storm fights hard”, I say, “Dark Clouds are everywhere.”

“Well, My Love is Reckless”, You Reply, “It’s Most Potent in Danger.”

Then, You Whisper:

Peace, be still.

“I’ll wait”, I promise. “For Your Love.”

“No. Don’t.” You say. “Draw near. Come closer. You’ll find Me.”

“Where?”

“In the Journey.”

I pause at this.

You notice the confusion, Dancing on my face, Raging through my heart.

Then, You swear. God swears!

“I Am!”

My eyes widen in surprise.

“I Am The Journey.”

You say.

12:10 am. April 19

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