The Laborious Way
Poem by Brian Hill
A lone figure walks toward dusk, his every step a burden, a choice. In Brian Hill’s meditative poetic lines, they echo with sacrifice, faith, and the quiet cost of devotion.
Only a man,
stark and stooped,
he walks in the fading light,
his sun already set,
his every step,
a tribulation.
Were we to turn unburdened
and carry on in his footsteps
would the wooden beams
lean on our shoulders
as heavy as a thunderous
low-skied morning on Golgotha?
For we are asked,
yes, we are required,
to walk as if that was today;
we are asked
to think, whose are
these steps we follow.
How do we know pain or abandonment.
the blood forsaken or the iron in it?
How do we know the holy moment
when each of us walks alone?
Never in the journey,
nor its bitter end,
where metal cuts so deep…
nor in the lingering,
high above a crowd, aching
for the horizon to take us home…
Only a man might wonder if godhood
was an invention of the godless;
only a man in his last moments
would know the sky to be his father’s face.Loved this piece?
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Brian Hill writes in English and Scots: published online and in print; readings live across Scotland and online; pamphlet - Last Year’s Words, 2019. To view more of his work, please visit him at onepieceaweek.
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