Christian poem 'An Unending Journey of Change' by Tom Watson (Christart.com)

An Unending Journey of Change
by Tom Watson

An Unending Journey of Change
The leaves had a dry crunching sound
As I walked the freshly frosted ground.
My journey's direction was unknown,
The purpose then was not shown.

I kicked up some leaves so that it could be seen
The grass was changing to brown from its dark green.
I knew this told me something,
But in the rising wind, I heard nothing.

The air, when I had started this trek,
Had been still, now a chill blew upon my neck
And so I placed my hood over my head;
Feeling a change was on the path where I was led.

Of course, logically thinking, I should have known
Eventually the rains would change to snow.
Yet, without turning back, I continued on my trip;
As the temperature began to change and dip.

I followed the trail up to the snow capped range
Understanding how this path was arranged.
In the past, it had risen to the Sun's heat,
Now, it had changed, to where it chilled my feet.

But, as I continued my walk, I feared not,
Unconcerned if it was cold or hot.
For I was on a discovery mission,
One to find the true nature of His creation.

As expected, I saw the trail dip ahead,
And, though the cold changed my nose and ears to red,
I continued on, expecting a change, caring less,
For the scene was about to warm up, I guessed.

Dipping down, further than I had climbed, I saw the land
Had now changed from snow crusted, to dry sand.
Removing my heavy climbing shoes
My Sandals were quickly put to use.

A snake wandered across my path,
And I stood quiet, fearing its wrath,
Gazing and wondering at its shed skin,
Until it had passed, and I started again.

Soon, I noticed dampness under the sand between my toes
And a scent of salt and sea brushed by nose;
And my ears heard a muted roar,
My eyes noting a distant sea-bird soar.

So, finally my journey was stopped, at the edge of the sea,
That's what I thought, but learned that was not to be.
God's variety of creation started me to the unknown;
The changing sky told me there was much more to be shown.

He had finger painted the sky with wisps of white
Shading to orange-red with the approaching night,
Toward which I continue my walk along the beach,
Bringing the changing horizon almost within reach.

The painted sky changed to depthless night
Filled not by the Artist clouds, but pinpoints of light
And the Sun, now was gone,
Its place changed to a bright white moon.

The shore was long, the horizon just beyond
My fingertips as I reached out, wondering what would be found
Beyond the cliffs that approached my vision,
Foretelling another change in my questing mission.

Where the rocks rose from the turbulent shore,
I was forced to turn to a path leading me to find more
And, roaring its defiance at me, the sea
Threw its foam against the rocks, further hiding its mystery.

The changing path brought with it a changed air
As I tried to brush the salt from my skin and hair
Sensing the change, I decided to rest
Feeling the coming day would be a test.

As I lay back against a moss covered tree
I reflected upon all of the changes in ongoing journey,
Nature's variety, from changing weather and sky, and land
From grassy field, to rocky trails, to whitened and wet sand...

And now, as my eyes grew heavy with weariness
I heard murmurings and sounds from the coming forest
That told me my mission to understand His creation
Would take a lifetime longer than from when I had begun.

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