The Tunnel of Life
"Who knows of life? Not I," he said.
"It would surely not be me.
For I have flown on crippled wings
And never have been free.
I've seen the world from far below
An angel's point of view.
Have not walked where saints have strolled
Or been among the few.
But, I have traveled through the tunnel
Toward the everlasting light.
Felt the warmth and understanding,
For an instant. Yes, that's right.
Heard the music of the heavens.
Almost reached my final goal.
But, a voice kept screaming at me,
Somehow tugging at my soul.
'Come back my love, come back,' she cried.
So desperate was her voice.
'If you go my love, I'm going too.'
"Well, I really had no choice.
I drifted back into her arms.
Felt her tears upon my face.
She thanked the Lord for answered prayers,
While pulling me from His embrace."
"Who knows of life? Not I." He said.
"It would surely not be me.
But, I've traveled through the tunnel,
And I've glimpsed reality."
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