Poem: “For Jerry”

For Jerry

My Host laid down a carpet of the softest leaves, He gave me those to travel
on, I was fatigued, If they not fallen then it would be hard To walk along
that forest pathway heaven-ward – Mostly poplar, gold and rust, and then
some red, Crimson sumac leaves on which the sun had bled

Towards what destination do you go towards, friend?
Why along My hallway do you walk, what end?
Have you been along this byway once before?
It leads, unknowing traveler, to my front door – See the archway overhead I
placed it there, And of the riches at the end I placed your share

Around the corner, up ahead, it is not far, And I have left a flame for you,
the door ajar

October 30, 2011

Pavel Chichikov is a Washington DC-based poet and photographer. He has written for both the secular and the Catholic press on issues as diverse as Russian nuclear weapons systems, Olympic athletes, and miracles. His books include From Here to Babylon: Poems by Pavel Chichikov,  Lion Sun: Poems by Pavel Chichikov, Mysteries and Stations in the Manner of Ignatius, and Animal Kingdom. Pavel may be heard reading his works on catholicradiointernational.com and on pavelreads.com. His poetry regularly appears on "The Poetry of Pavel Chichikov."