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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The last mile of the way It is a matter of must To all and sundry, Each and every man-jack Has to walk it. It is the real moment in deed For one has to say, “Goodbye” To those he loves. One has to put down all his loads And face the reality of time. Blessed is the man Who walks on camino real with the Lord. Cursed is the peregrinator who peregrinate alone, Who promenade Lordlessly. The rich man blundered To hell he was taken For his life has been peripatetic and perfidious. Confessions he tried But confessions failed. Remember, longest is the night That is not followed by the day. No matter how long the night The day is sure to come. With His cross on His shoulders This mile the Lamb travelled, Sinless and spotless the teacher was And God the Almighty on His side He stood. The impenitent Judas also travelled it The mile was tough and dolorous For his sins were accompanying him, Suicide and sheol were his penultimate end. Fight panophobia and euphorbia With rectitude and optimism for heavenly opulence, With clear conscience and faith in Him Walk through the narrow door Before the Master closes. The writing is on the wall “God shows no favouritism” Let us travel this mile With no wrinkle and spot For this mile takes us Into the hands of the Omniscious One. Where our tears will be removed by Him, Where there is eternal rest Where there is no sorrows, Neither death nor sicknesses.
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