The Old Road, The Old Way

Somewhere, somehow There must be a road, a path That goes, that leads beyond Way beyond woman and man... A Way, that really can be travelled By all who desire; An old-old road, a dirt trail From the deep past To far ahead -neither traversed by plane, boat nor rail- Simply a road, a path To be walked, crawled, or carried upon by mortal man... Blazed from and for eternity -not always difficult nor easy- A quiet, a gentle Way Ever calling, ever leading A peaceful, a beautiful trail... It is somewhere, out there, and in here Then and now, forever From before light, to beyond the last sunset Going so far That it now only 'seems' to be Yet so near It always is. Only God truly knows Where all it's been And to where fully it finally goes. But for all All who do seek It is a very welcome old road, a good old path; Down it look, see A connecting... of now to all eternity... A million-million Perhaps a billion-billion Shadows upon it go, and shall go One and all forever unending. Along the way is such beauty Peace is the air to breath Rest and joy the pace offered Something grand dim and far ahead Where music and laughter faint is heard A place of great dancing, and fiesta surely awaits. This old road, the true-old path So hard to see Yet so easy to find It runs between the eternities Connecting God to man The never beginning With the never ending It shall forever stand. Tread upon it, walk it's wonderous way Released from burden Heart and soul begin to mend. No more pacing the cage End of the ravinous age Stroll freely on Meander joyfully along This good old path This good old Way That runs forever into That pure, promised never ending Day.