The Way

The Way Forever night is soon to come as shadows bend and fall upon the final pages of my life that time has so betrayed So much left still undone, so little prayed to keep me saved when old and lonely winds come to blow my ashes away A long-familiar distant bell is calling me to sleep. I scribble prayers on window panes and hope that they will keep godless dreams at bay The Way has been the only thing I’ve followed day by day, with one foot on the narrow path and one foot in the grave No righteous lullaby was heard when I walked a wider road, where the cross was just a different tree and the Word was just a word