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The Final Journey
I know I’ve made a thousand journeys, withstood the tests of time and foe shed the dust and shouldered worries struggled onward against the flow. Unconforming, seldom bending straight the path I ever took. Challenge was my unending passion contradiction I forsook. I’ve battled tempests ‘fore and ‘hind me, I’ve seen the devil at my heels. Seldom knowing what lay before me never knowing how respite feels. I’ve seen the Valkyries and Forty Furies their mazy circles in the sky, taunting, haunting, ever daunting beckoning from their aeries high. I’ve crossed the searing sands of Gobi and scaled Himalaya’s rocky tors, badlands, wastelands all behind me, walked upon the Seven shores. I’ve gazed upon the Northern Lights and seen the Southern Cross at sea. I’ve traveled east and journeyed west, no home or kindred claiming me. No ebb of tide did succor bring me, no place of solace ever found but grappled fiercely all that challenged, gaining purchase on the ground. I rose against what life beset me with courage the gruel for my soul, hampered, harassed, never emptied, firm and resolute toward my goal. But it’s finished now, I’ve done my part and I’ve left nothing uncompleted. No looking back, no ruing thoughts all my convictions undefeated. And now I’m on that final journey through all meridians of time and space, with hope to meet the God that gave me aeonian fortitude to run the race. © August, 2015
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