Across the Shore

 Across the shore, 

     the other shore, 

       beyond the River,

         there is a gate

that opens to home.

The way to the River,

     the narrow road, 

       less traveled, 

         still worn,

by feet of the saints.

A long journey,

    a life time ago,

      the first steps, 

        slow, steady,

the final ones ahead.

On the other side, 

    comes the glory,

     fresh holy air, 

       a bursting love,

the Pioneer waiting.