Hearing The Word

Dampness
and coldness
Weighed down by a load;
In need of rest

Darkness
and chains
Restrained by fear;
In need of strengh

Food and water,
yet hunger and thirst
as we journey on a road

Aimless
and lonely,
naked and cold

Man on a cross
blood dripping,
life giving
Thorns
then a crown

Torn veils of a temple
Hearing the word,
graves open, ajar

Music!
In the hills
illuminated paths
No more pains
nor chains

Sunlight!
The dance of rainbows
Roses in the fields,
The children laugh

As the Way
and the Truth and the Life is revealed