The Quest Part III
A Moment in Time
As I ventured forward, towards my destination,
I paused for a bit, no... not simply a hesitation.
For I saw up and off to the right,
Something was there, just out of my clear view-of-sight.
I carefully dismounted from my trusty steed,
While tying the reins, I reminded myself not to depart, for long, from my indentured deed.
I stopped and ventured towards the cave,
I am an experienced one you know, not a knave!
I felt for my sword, hanging from my left side,
All the while I moved up, keeping a steady stride.
I entered not knowing what was about to come my way,
I thought to myself, what if I stumble across a person, what shall I say?
I quickly dismissed this thought,
I then crept behind a bolder, and rifled though my satchel, feeling around for what I brought.
It was then that I heard it...that is, what was lurking within here,
I hear it coming...moving ever so closely, oh yes..., ever so near!
I gazed into the pool of water, looking for its reflection, listening for its sound or tone,
I could not peek directly, oh no...or I, too, shall turn to stone!
I waited with baited breath, while it too listened and sniffed the air, and then dropped its head, pouting,
I was quiet, dismissing the temptation, not wanting to begin to be doubting.
I leaped up from behind, while thrusting my sword and holding onto my shield,
Quickly my sword found its target, for I felt her begin to yield.
Of this, I tell the truth, for I will not lie,
She knew not, who or what I was, as she gave up her last cry.
With my shield of faith ever before me, I tossed its head into a ready bag,
I could not, as others have, look at the face of the ol' nag.
I have done it, I have slain the Gorgon, with its snakes of hair,
I have survived, I over come the temptation, for you see I am alive,,,I did not stare!
I pondered for a moment, was this one of the seven?
Perhaps the ol' monk was right,... I just might make it to heaven.
Hmmm, is this envy, for, so I heard, her eyes are green,
Perhaps this is why...... I, too, must be getting old, for, from my thoughts, I cannot glean.
I stopped and began to count.. on this venture, this makes three,
Perhaps the ol' brother was right, of the seven deadly ones, I may be free.
I readily reminded myself that I must be off to the chamber of confession, for I have a purpose there,
I told myself, "No, I cannot peer into the bag, and before I go on, I must take a moment for prayer."
Outside, by my trusty steed, I looked around,
There, close by, I knelt upon a sparsely covered area of ground.
"Oh Lord... I do not know how... nor what words to say,
For You alone know my heart and what I desire to convey.
I have only to express...
Oh Lord...like Augustine...You know....what I need to confess!
For I know not, if I am what am meant to be
I only pray that You shall reveal Your purpose to me.
I know You always hear me, and truly know my heart,
Know , oh Lord, I'm coming to the chambers, and from this venture I shall not depart."
I mounted my steed and made my way,
This I did, as I was thumbing thru my Jesus beads, I began to once again pray.
Till our spiritual eyes meet again,
Bro Smith SGS