Along The Way To Kashmir

the haze of the horizon is cool promises entices invites us

to finish this weary journey on which we have chosen

to walk together across the wastes away from canaan

you are still beside me as you have always been

since nearly the beginning and will be until

the end of days graces us with the bliss of the forgetfulness

of life for which i have long craved since i realized

they were more interested in gratification than salvation

you though never wavered sharing both my bed and teachings

and accepting them as one and the same

you though never wavered and i watch in amazement

humbled that such love and devotion can come

from one who is born out of clay

when they nailed my soul to the tree

when i believed that all was lost and my father had deserted me

when i watched the sadness of a mother outliving her son

when they cast lots for my clothes

when they mocked me and those around me

ever you stayed and quietly accepted our fate

the others turned fled denied who i was to them and myself

the others questioned even when you came back from the tomb

to tell them that death had been defeated by faith

the others gave way to the mobs and only returned

when they deemed it safe and the sole avenue offered

for them to receive repentance for their fears

you though never wavered ignoring the taunts and doubts

of how i could forgive a past and sins that were beyond your control

you though never wavered and as i reach to gently touch your cheek

entranced by the beauty that the worries of life have etched on your face

i realize finally what true faith and love can mean when two souls unite

so allow me to carry your burden for awhile down this path

and perhaps together we can find the peace we so crave

once we reach kashmir