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.
3 comments:
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!!
Thursday's not too late, Mom! Especially since I posted at 8pm Wednesday. It was still technically Wednesday, right?
You're on a roll! Another awesome poem!
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