Harwinton Ct. U>S>A>
I left a house a long time ago
and started on a journey,
to where and what I was looking
for I could'nt tell you,
I only knew I had to move on.
I walked,I hiked for miles and years
around, over and through mountains,
valleys,rivers,lakes and oceans.
Up and down highways, gravel roads
seering heat, waist high snow with
air so cold it took my breath away.
Until I found a town called Grace
with the Motto:"Seek his face".
I spent alot of time walking
fourty blocks, looking behind to make sure
I wouldn't get lost and could always go back.
I found a road called Hope Way and no longer
did I care where I came from but felt only
desire for where I was going.
I was drawn to take off my hiking boots
now torn, dirty and worn as well as my pack
now filled with all that I had and collected
along the way and left them on the corner.
I walked down the soft, smooth, warm road
for many miles still, until I was drawn to a
house much like the one I left so long ago.
There was a man on the porch who invited me up.
So I grabbed the rail and climbed the ten stairs
to the top. As I reached the porch I looked up
and found myself standing inside the doorway
with a feeling of complete peace,joy,love,hope,
comfort,safe within the door jam I stood looking
in through his eyes wanting to enter but paralyzed
in all the feelings until a voice called and said
ENTER, I can't I don't know how
JUST ASK THE MAN INSIDE OF YOU
was the only clue
JUST ASK and the man said,
HE IS OUR FATHER,
HE ALREADY KNOWS WHAT WE WANT AND WHAT WE NEED
HE JUST LIKES TO HEAR IT FROM YOU.
Father may I come in?
WELCOME HOME MY SON.
[This message has been edited by Paul Hoekman (edited 01-24-2000).]