Christine Phillips Poet Narrative

The Road To the Throne

The road that leads to the throne
is a million miles away from home
The road that leads to the throne
Will take you all over the town
You have to go around the winding road
Up and around the bend until you reach heaven
I set out on a presumptuous journey 
That was never meant to be holy
I crossed the dangerous bridge
Positioned at the foot of the hill
With a heavy bag pack
 laden with goods on my back 
And water to sap my back,
I journeyed on until I reached a place 
Where I could see a glimpse of land
My heart was merry and my spirit was happy
I looked across the distance and 
And I see you standing there
with a big smile on your face
And your heart filled with grace
You were waving to the gigantic crowd
That was cheering very loud
I heard the music playing and people chanting
But I could not make out a word that they were saying 
Because I was many miles away
But I was determined to get to you anyway
With courage in my head and hope
in my body I pressed on the upward hill
The wind was amazed with me
And it suddenly became very still
There was no one insight except me
And the trees were all smiling around me
And I could hear in the hollow below
The villagers crying out for me
They were actually on the other side
A good distance behind the cloud
Where the message was very loud
The trees stood still around me
And even the birds were singing a song for me
I thought I heard that song before
When the savior was knocking at my door
Hope had lasted long 
and evening was carrying me along
The sun peaked out over the horizon
With warm rays parachuting in front of me 
The evening embraces the light and
everything was positioned to much delight
It’s satisfying when you are traveling alone
And you are not a part of the bombastic crowd
I felt a touch of warm air blowing around me
And the smell of roasted coffee beans floating in the air
That was a signal that destiny was very near 
I could smell it, I could taste it and I could feel it
I kept traveling on climbing up the steep hill
Gripping on the spirit of perseverance and determination
As I got closer and closer 
the sound gets louder and  the crowd got bigger
The heat was on, but my courage was strong
I finally made to the top of the hill
And I heard them calling out your name
I could detect every scent around
And I could analyze the musical sound
I felt the spirit guiding me 
And someone pulling me
When I turned around, it was you holding
My hand and I marched forward with you
To sing the victory song.
The road to the throne is hard and long
The road to the throne is a historic one
And the heavens keep singing our song.

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