The Last Journey

By Xander Hacking

I’ve landed at the final shore.

I’ve climbed the final mountain.

I’ve crossed the final shore.

Just a few more steps to go.

I’ve been through tempests,

Where I thought I’d surely drown.

Sat in fear as the storms grew worse.

Then he said, “Fear not, the storm will pass us by.”

I’ve been thrown against the rocks,

Slammed into stone cliffs as I climbed,

Slipped and fallen on the path.

He’d lift me when I fell, and said “Let’s go, almost there.”

I’ve stared in despair at the river,

As the wide weak bridges fell with countless on them.

Leaving one, narrow, and made of rope.

“Come” he said, “Follow me” as he took the first step.

Now I stand in the snow before the door.

I look back at all I’ve been through,

The pond, the hill, the stream.

And I wonder, have I the right to enter?

Then the door opens,

A wave of light and warmth washes over me.

My Lord, Savior, and Brother fills the doorway.

“Come, enter in” he says, face beaming with love, “You’ve a place here.”