When I, at last, with limbs too weak
to bear once more my burdens’ bite,
no longer cast a shadowed-streak
across the path, which shed the light
and drew me from this debtors’ cell;
as fuel in flame I shall ignite
in spring-launch forth from empty shell,
through brokenness and narrow strait,
in witness of the truth to tell.
For I was caught and none too late;
a fisherman had cast his line,
and pulled me forth through longest wait;
still reeling, we may yet opine
great joy both shared on journey mine.
The Gadfly
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Submission Name: On Journey Mine
