GOING Heidi Gubser

GOING, Heidi Gubser

There is a lost traveller who searches For a trail that leads to the tree Where a bird perches In a field where glorious flowers of May Will guide him gently on his way To a Peaceful Home

But the traveller is lost. Lost, and when he peers ahead, He sees dark mountains and frost. There are no stars, no moon, And, looking and watching, he soon Is exhausted.

He is reminded that he has been going For eons, and finding nothing. When will the sound of crows crowing Be replaced by the sunny song Of the bird in the field; how long Until he sees the glorious flowers?

Nevertheless, the traveller travels; He painfully endures and continues As his story slowly unravels. He looks into the dark mountains and frost And knows that, although he is lost, Hope is not.