Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Whosoever Will

 From my old book of poetry.

Does the road wind up-hill all the way?
Yes to the very end.
Will the 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 labor you shall find the sum.
Will there be beds for me and all who seek?
Yea, beds for all who come.
                                                          Christina Georgina Rossetti

And the Spirit and the Bride say Come,
And let him that heareth say Come.
And let him that is athirst come.
And whosoever will,
 let him take of the Water of Life freely.

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