Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Poetry Wednesday, Vol. 94

Up - Hill

Christina G. Rossetti

Does the road wind up-hill all the way?
Yes, to the very end.
Will the day's journey take the whole long day?
From morn to night, my friend.

But is there for the night a resting-place?
A roof for when the slow dark hours begin.
May not the darkness hide it from my face?
You cannot miss that inn.

Shall I meet other wayfarers at night?
Those who have gone before.
Then must I knock, or call when just in sight?
They will not keep you standing at that door.

Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?
Of labour you shall find the sum.
Will there be beds for me and all who seek?
Yea, beds for all who come.


Beth Hanna said...

Love your poem! Do you think we´ll NEED beds in heaven?? Will we need to rest? I didn´t see your poem till this morning! I guess Thursday isn´t too late!!

Kris Livovich said...

Thursday's not too late, Mom! Especially since I posted at 8pm Wednesday. It was still technically Wednesday, right?

Emily Lorelli said...

You're on a roll! Another awesome poem!