The Pilgrims Path
A staff in hand
Sandals on his feet
A backpack of provisions
He departed that morning
Towards the first settlement
Towards the rising sun
Said he wanted to make it
To the eastern gate pass
Exit our realm
Into the first settlement
They calmly reminded him
The path was blocked
By the seraphim
With flaming swords
But he claimed the gate
Was now open
For the elect to gain entry
Copyright © Lewis Nyaga | Year Posted 2016
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