At His Feet

At His feet the path begins
Ever winds around the bend
Circles back across the sea
Cutting through the mountain lee
Disappears in desert wastes
Lost in vast and open space
Wanders through the valley deeps
Into dark and aging keeps
But for every where the path may led
At His feet the pathway ends.
- May 19th, 2006

I was looking through some of my old poetry and short stories and stumbled across this. I thought it was fitting to share now.