Back to poem list.
JOURNEY
The summit used to matter:
Reaching the goal, crossing
the line, making it, getting
over the top. When we were
young we could not believe that
goal and journey were one.
Then the trip began to matter:
how to get where you're headed,
steps on the trail, rungs on the ladder,
strategies, weapons, milestones to pass.
The journey seemed all-important, though
goal and journey are one.
Passage through years has moved us
so close to the goal it seems we can
touch it, as our children once claimed
they could stroke the moon. Why then
don't we rush to embrace it, subdue
it - our hearts' desire, awaited so long?
Here we linger and gaze - as if
we could see in God's telescope
time and distance united:
goal and journey as one. |