Lord of the Cross Road
Psalm 119. 57-59
Life’s path brought me down a familiar route.
There it was, that friendly house at the intersection.
Neat fence, gate well worn, invitation kind, no doubt,
‘Twas the care-takers place built on resurrection.
Well nothing but to step in, approach the door.
Solid stones placed at a gentle stride past the gate.
Opened easily on much used hinges, “Welcome” wore.
Four steps lifted me to the porch, solid, straight.
Turning, I saw the intersection; it’s strong, cross
shape.
Stop signs asked each road to halt, next direction
decide.
If needed take a break, come to this abode, windows
adrape.
Life’s demands met directly, with joy; grace and mercy
abide.
“Shalom” proclaimed the knocker, set on the door
square.
Rapping, I awaited the response from within.
Silence, no other travelers abroad, though the day be
fair,
A rustling arose, someone was in.
Such a winsome smile, hearty countenance, opened to
me.
Kindness, loveliness, peacefulness, joy personified,
greeted,
“May I be of service? What brings you traveler, my
home to see?”
Eyes bright, not probing nor inquisitory, my own
meeted.
“As I came to a stop, my heart suddenly filled.”
“Your house, my eyes beheld, said ‘come aside for a
bit’.”
“Such promptings I’ve learnt need be attended,
fulfilled.”
“So I’m here to meet you, perhaps dialogue as we sit.”
“Ah, my dear one, I can tell you travel with care.”
“My home, a hostel, a safe place in any weather.”
“Most seem pre-occupied, on their way always, not
aware.”
“Let’s step inside, I’ll put on the pot, tea with a
touch of heather.”
Travel cares evaporated, life seemed destined for this
place.
Here Spirit filled the home, ever available, just a
pause away.
Well kept, inviting, living room lived in, dust a
trace.
My person warmly welcomed, if needed I could stay.
How many Cross roads will we find today?
Will we note the welcome home nearby?
Do we travel aware, alone, fear and doubt betray?
Can we pause to fill heart, water jugs so dry?
The Rev. Ronald Allen Melver, M.Div.
16
January 2013
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