As it always was

As it always was
 
Been a long trek.  Only faintly
do I recall my beginnings.
 
I just keep walking,
body weary, feet sore. 
 
Alien territory.  I can’t remember there ever
having been a fork in the road. 
 
I miss my sweethearts sometimes,
in the evening, back there somewhere,
 
but it all seems right and just
to be alone now
 
with my one last companion.  It’s His home
to which we’re headed, deep in the woods.
 
My hope is to arrive depleted but content,
everything just as it should be; as it always was.
 
O child of God, rarely do you hum a tune these days,
unwilling to break this most holy silence.