What will we find at the End of the Road,
Life’s Highway we’re heedlessly spurning?
What waits us there of an import so great
That we waste ourselves racing and yearning?
Will the Christian discover the heaven he’s earned,
Toward which his whole life’s been directed?
Will the robber be robbed of his ill-gotten gain–
An end which he’d rather expected?
Will the seeker of Peace be where wars are not fought;
Will the truculent one find his quota?
Will the searcher for wealth find him rubies and gold;
Will the beggar be worth an iota?
Will the power-mad magnate be king at the end,
Will the angler discover good fishing?
In brief, will we each one encounter the thing
For which he’s been scrounging and wishing?
We’ve never been told just what Heaven is like–
It’s not far to find us the reason:
Each human would clamor for one of his own
With his pastime, ambition, or season!
So let’s have some faith in the God of All Things:
In His hands let’s place the forthcoming;
With the past and the present He’s done pretty well;
The future–won’t He keep it humming??
by Ray Romine Friday, July 31, 1942
