the road stretches ahead endlessly
no rest, no respite
from the rain and wind
the sun that scorches mercilessly
I lift my hands despairingly
no help, no grace
from Him ---if He be--
meets the hope flickering weakly
So be it.
I return to smiling cheerfully
no regret, no tears
in the eyes---dry as dust--
that blink, and blink again resolutely
to see beauty in the rain
power in the wind
warmth in the sun
and measure the distance to eternity.
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