THE HOUSE


The Road came to and end
Dust fell quietly to the ground
As I stopped and looked around
Small rocks under foot

In front of me a wall of light
Shifting colors pale then bright
I turn to look behind me
Wanting to go back

I take a few steps in the direction
From which I had come
Each step more difficult
As I try to hang on to the past

After a time I go back to the light
I know I need to enter
It calls to me wanting me
But I am hesitant

Fear and confusing as to what
May lie ahead of me
This world I know so well
I peer into the wall trying to see beyond

Then I look to my right
There is a house
A place of rest and decision
I find the walk to the door a relief

I relax inside I know what must be done
But this time is mine
The furniture inside is bland
So I reflect without judgment

Now I must decide
The time has come
I feel peaceful
The warm love of a child

I go back to the road
The light is more welcoming now
White and blue with a tinge of orange
I take a leap forward

A wash of joy over comes me
I know this place
I have been here many times
Finally to return

Then the light clears
All possibilities are before me
The Road now divides
To millions of roads

Turns everywhere
Mountains to climb with green valleys
Rivers and oceans
So much beauty

A choice must be made
Where to go next
What lessons shall I learn
A new life begins again


Michael V Hechtman