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The Journey
(04 October 1943 / Germany)

The Journey

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice--
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do--
determined to save
the only life you could save.

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Comments (6)

I assume, then, that there is a separate Mother's Day down under. Am I onto something here? Maybe I should investigate and let my three daughters know. This is a fun poem, Herbert and well-written. Raynette
Love the line sire offspring a good measure, Happy Father's Day.
Thank you both. Have you been googling Lawrence? H
You make me want to pick up the phone just call my dad and tell him I love him....I think we all forget sometimes the important things. Happy Father's Day!
Thanks, Mary. Very sweet of you. I am going to have a surprise orchestrated by myself, so I will forget as of today what it is. That way, the surprise gift will be a complete hit. I cannot tell you what it is because I don't know it myself. Best, Herbert
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