MY SPIRITUAL JOURNEY

My spiritual journey has been a weary walk Into the unknown where sins talk. My next step I can only see beyond my nose; In the dark, I crawl on my knees and toes. Beyond walls painted with indecency I tread on, hoping I am on course. Voices of deceit call on for me to see How gloomy where I was heading was. I took another route, one less taken Covered with guises, goodies but mistaken To be work, for it's draped in overalls Especially when the divine messenger calls. Now halfway to the place I seek Where morality and godliness peak I walk with vigor and purpose For to the promised land I'm close.