The Journey

Turning to thine heart

To mine   have I,

My eyes have I let to.

To my conscience has all been made real

for though art but the work of all.

The old dream, the wish, the if

All but die today

When thou art but come as a fulfillment to all

A new has come.

Mine love in thee have I found.

Mine word have I given

In thee, a tender green young plant

shall be

Until blossom come.

The pulsing flower thou shall be even through deserts

Surely, streams of water, water of mine love

shall flow .

And when tempest all seem loose,

I shall there be

And when all is calm

 I shall there be

And when time for passing come

I shall gladly do, when my call is whispered

With full knowledge shall I respond

In these but a journey of love.

                                              Opolot Simon