The Promised Land
Let your veil of welcoming
arms engulf me
Take me to where you
journey far
To the place I cannot come
from
Let sadness hold me dear
For I carry the notion
close to me
That my hopelessness has
found
An outlet who will accept
me
That journey I am bound
For my restless heart
surrenders
Their words are lost on me
I’m sorry tearful visitors
A task I could not
complete
Life’s great journey held
me dear
To suffer untold pain
I surrender to the burden
Of expectations bound to
grace
Life take me on my journey
Take me to a world that I
have found
To where they cannot touch
me
Nor follow in my wake
I tried to do my quota
To keep the balance right
But insincere were my
masters
To promise me the hopeful
land
I take these notions
harshly
I bury my fears within
They shall not know how I
suffer
Nor lend me a helping hand
I cannot offer plenty
I cannot offer more
They have but drained me
plenty
Please darkness open my
door
My thoughts are exhausted
deeply
My muscles creak and groan
I have but nothing left to
give
May my suffering end today
May the wheel of fortune
turn once more
And offer a moment in the
light
May opportunity sing its
faithful tune
And take me to the
promised land
By Serina Hartwell
Author of The Hidden Saga
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