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