Enoch hurried to the gate
To walk with God one sun up;
That very day the walk of friends
Was born.

A young man still at 65,
In Enoch, something changed
The day the walks began...
A hundred years
Then two
Then three...
The daily walk and deepening talk
And friendship grew.

Who knows the subject of their talks?
What were the words a man could say
To occupy so long a time with God?

Over years, the conversation changed:
"Good Morning, God," and
"How are you?"
Formal and polite perhaps,
As new friends do,
But worthwhile conversation
changed and deeper grew.

One day the walk was long,
And late it grew.
"I'd best be getting home,"
Old Enoch said.

The Lord looked back and then ahead;
"It's closer now to take you on
With me," He said.
Old Enoch smiled, and arm in arm
Walked Home with God.