What Peace?

Footsore, ready to be done with this walk— Three days of wrestling, weary with waiting; Afraid, fear like a lion lurks and stalks, To pounce on my chest, its pressure suffocating. Was it that much worse doing it myself? Take the wife’s maiden? Do it our way? Not cast off, forgotten, left on some shelf? Get what I want, have our day, when I say? You promised the stars if I trusted your word, Yet this road's end, leads to losing laughter; Even though the Nations be blessed, how Lord, That offering one’s son, secures rest after?

The Lord on Mount Zion provides us a place Abiding and laughter, peace, rest, and grace.

© Randall Edwards 2017 artwork: detail from an illustration of The Pilgrim’s Progress or Christian’s journey form the City of Destruction in this evil World to the Celestial City; Published July 1, 1813 by J. Pitts No 14 Great St Andrews Street Seven Dials. #poetry #sonnet #christianity #songofascent