The High Road


Cats cry endlessly
Into the night.
They cause my soul
To fill with fright.

Never again
Will I bow my head
To those who fill
My heart with dread.

Something calls
Across the plain.
It touches me
Deep down, with pain.

I cannot reason
Out of this.
I can’t imagine
What’s behind the mist.

Will there be
An answer for me,
Or will my thoughts
Race constantly?

Is there peace
At the end of the path,
Or will I suffer
The aftermath?

I must rise
Above the din.
I must pray
To enter in

To God’s presence,
A holy vow.
I must take
The high road now.

Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger, Advocate

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