N ow I come on bended knee with
E xtended hand and grateful tears,
U nbelieving that the journey we are on,
R arely resting through the years,
E ver stumbling over stone and wall,
N ears, finally a grass-lined bend,
P ast shadows of mountains, straight and tall.
H ope is shining down upon us
A s we turn from the rocky road,
R eaching, at last, a place to rest-
M other and child unshouldering our load.
A sk me then- Why do you weep, as
C arefree, for a moment, all must seem?-
E ase has settled in my worried heart and
U nder my journeying feet, the grass is green.
T omorrow holds Promise, whereas yesterday was bleak.
I have dreamed this dream so many times;
C an mere words express a mother’s gratitude?
A sk me then- Why do you sigh?-
L et your wonderings all cease-
S uch a hopeful sigh for where our journey leads.