A MID WEEK MUSING BY A VISITING POET

 

This week's mid week musing was read to me by an acquaintance. It was written by her father. I was so impressed by the poem that I asked her to send it

 to me, so that I could post it as coming from a visiting poet.

  

The Wall

I took a walk to the Wall last night,

They call it the Western or Wailing Wall.

It’s just a jig-saw piece of masonry,

But it’s the most famous one of all.

It was big and bold and frightening,

And when you thought of millions of men:

Who over the years, tread these same steps

To unburden their souls again and again.

But when I stepped up to the Wall,

And lay my head against that cold stone,

A chill of such magnitude came over me:

I knew I was not out there alone.

I felt that something was very different:

That I was never going to be the same.

I felt a great change come over me,

And I knew not just the Wall was to blame.

And I did find out the very next day,

And no one was more surprised.

My friends told me that I was going

To the River Jordan and be Baptized.

I now realize what I had found

At the famous old Wailing Wall.

I had found myself and my Saviour

I had found my life, my future, my all.

And tho’ I shall never be worthy

Of the price He has paid for me.

I know I must try to repay somehow,

From now and ‘till all eternity.

            - By Harold S. Reigle