I found this among some of my Mom’s stuff, as she loved poetry and little stories that touched into ones heart and tugged at the strings as the Lord speaks to us in so many ways. I have always enjoyed poetry and prose through the years. As I grew as a child and my mom read or recited from the volumes of great poets. My mind would explore the story behind the story. I guess that you could say that this is where I got my love for writing and reading these little ole pieces of paper from that vast collection in the big envelope I received when she was gone.
IT COULD BE CHRIST - -
I slept, I dreamed, I seemed to climb a hard ascending track.
And just behind me labored on whose face was black.
I pitied him, but hour by hour he gained upon my path,
he stood beside me, stood upright, and then I turned in wrath.
"Go back," I cried, "what right have you to stand beside me here?" - - -
I paused, struck dumb with fear,
The back man was not there - - -
But Christ stood in his place!
And, Oh, the pain, the pain, the pain,
That looked from that Dear Face!
~~~~ Author Unknown.