Does Jesus walk with us when nagging pain
enslaves our minds? And what of times far worse:
depression’s soul-eroding stress and strain;
cell-ravaging, cruel cancer’s sombre curse?
Does beauty tempt us off our path? The sea;
the Monterey Pine, majestic, broad, serene;
the martins chitting, fluttering round the tree?
The tunes, tastes, tangs enchanting us within?
The fire of worship when the world grows cold;
the joy when light breaks through a shuttered mind,
as dogma’s lead transmutes to love’s pure gold:
the grace of sight to one who once was blind:
hardship and joy alike are privilege,
the wayside chapels of our pilgrimage.
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