Keeping On
The long road is often hard,
and as I walk I stumble into holes of doubt,
through weeds of fear, and swamps of sin –
Again I begin,
For the way is ever a beginning;
and the secret of success is found
in rising up and moving on, though weary,
when life seems dreary,
I set my face toward the New Jerusalem,
as Christ once did the Old, to meet His cross,
to buy the Church; His bride.
I discard my pride
And limp foolishly through crowds
of leaping, laughing folks who jeer
and sneer and go the other way.
I can but pray
And leave them to their will;
for never yet has man been forced
to choose the best
against the rest.
The road is hard to find
amid the glare of seeming life;
the search is difficult and time is short.
But to have sought
for life so distant and intangible
is not considered wise
when joys on earth are plentiful and free.
But not for me
the regret and emptiness of human taste.
My satisfaction is not in the thrill
of earthly pleasure.
Heaven holds my treasure.
Colin Nunn