SURE KNOWLEDGE

The way is dark,
The night is long,
I stumble with my cross,
No hope is left,
I am bereft,
Fear shrouds my heavy heart.

I search for inner strength
To cope,
With my anxiety,
But finding only doubt
Condemn,
My human frailty.

Blow on heavy blow
Is rained,
Each leaves behind a scar
As cruel, foolish,

Little men,
Wield their puny power.

Though long the road
And narrow,
And weary is my soul,
I know my Jesus walks with me,
I know,
I’m not alone.



Myra D’Souza / 7.5.09