The Ancient Paths

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Walking the ancient paths
of my forefathers
from a favela slum
to the mountain summit
through fields of green
far beyond
the stormy weather
singing a gypsy hymn
petitioning the heavens
for a taste of that
ever loving
Kingdom to come
Never the right answer
Always the wrong question
Is Jesus Christ
the key to eternity?
After all is said and done
He’s the one
who rose from the dead
Maybe . . .
the baby of nativity
has been thrown out
with this world’s
dirty bathwater?

Señorita … Señor
sing for me
that sweet gypsy hymn
for a world broken
and in need of a cure
Desperate times
Sacred treasures
hidden within
that old time religion
Divine the pleasure
walking the ancient paths
of my forefathers
a pathway sure
from here to forever

‘Roll of Honour’

Words & Artwork:
~ David B. Redpath © 2018-2023

Photography: Linda Redpath © 2023

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