To The Heart Of Jesus

The flame of  Love

Which way to Your heart, Lord?

Not as if I’ve come to a cross-road,

Just wary of the one I currently tread on.

Like to a king’s lodge, the path that leads

So as beautiful and more should this be

Everything it is but comely and straight

Just then I wondered: this just can’t be

Maybe it’s not a road at all; maybe no more

Could be it leads to nowhere; just endless.

As I rise from the umpteenth fall, I knew awe,

Felt the cold hands of loneliness taking my breath

Then they crept in en masse, the fear kind-less

That’s a rocky road, the roughest I’ve met

The sun gnaws at my flesh; I’m scorched and wet

The hills I climb, not like what I’ve seen

The cold chilly breeze seep through my pores

It’s got a trail, snake-like, as the tricky meanders’

Lay-about bones along vivified the terror not there

The ‘unsure next’ lurks by, yet here we go

Down-the-spine-shiver stays, but ahead we row

Fleet of stairs up ahead, but burden for tiring legs

Can only hope I’m still on track, hope

Just outside the city walls, an alien territory.

Then by the open gate it hits – something’s familiar

A blazing flame red, amidst a fount of blood

It’s an unlikely route which leads here

No wonder a just few feet venture

At least rest’s assured in the flame of love, mercy