Another Stroll

From yet another stroll I am returned; Yes, walking about this tired town. Many-a child has walked the streets And many-an adult as well Hopefully in prayerful consideration Of those gates to heaven to pass. There is that alternative course By which many have been tantalized, But the promise is an empty one Leaving the soul worse than dry, Parched and scorched and in misery Where the torment of  lamentation Over the severance from the One and True: The One who died for me and for you. Make it now, that decision over due, Lest all be finished and your life be through.

1252 on 27 March, 2023