Decision

 

I stand in the gates and wait

Sandals on feet and staff in hand

All dressed for travel, for now I must go

Follow my path from here to the end

 

My staff has grown roots and sandals are lame

As warm hearth of home has kept me enslaved

Held me its prisoner in comfort’s tight bonds

Now, have I resolve to carry it through

 

I wanted to go and I knew that I should

But this day I wonder if ever I could

Take that first step where others had gone

Would I have courage, or will my nerve fail?

 

And, does it matter or not I have doubts

For I have to go when daybreak comes

Take courage from others along the same path

As we march to the future by Pilgrims Way