I am a Weary Traveller

        

I visited a pub called 'The Weary Traveller' recently. The events of the day and subsequent weeks have culminated in this poem. I hope you enjoy it. May you travell well in your journey of faith. 

I am a weary traveller

I wander far and wide

Searching for an answer

To the pain inside.

What's this love of which you talk of                     

Can I find it in the gutter?

Is this grace really opportunity 

Or something that you mutter?

I am a weary traveller 

I've journeyed many miles

Sat beside the fireside

Reflected in the hours.

I desire to find the meaning

To the mystery that is life.

Do I surrender to God's mercy

And accept him in my life?

I am a weary traveller

Weak and on my knees

As the embers give their last glow

I hear the gentle breeze...

'You are a weary traveller but

There's no struggling required.

Relax, take off your boots

I know that you are tired.'

The travelling is over

The road no longer tread

I've finally met my maker

And I rest my weary head.

©Revdjo 24/11/13