Weary Road

Walking
alone upon
this road
dark as midnight

Not a glint
is showing
not even
starlight

Many, many miles
behind me
many more
ahead

Following
where
the dear Master
has lead

Promising
streets of gold
and a pillow
for my head

Lord, it is so hard
to stay on this road
and much less
to carry this load

But trudge
on I will
for I know
there is rest
on the other
side of the hill.

ãFaye Sizemore

September 21 2002