His soul borne down by sorrow’s load The pilgrim treads life’s weary road, Assailed by doubts and fears. But when sin thrusts him side to side, And tempts his heart with lofty pride, He calls on one who hears – His King, the Rock on …
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A Walking Friend
The old man in the fraying, faded coat stumped down the old, forgotten, beaten path, his feet like leaves, shuffling in the wind slowly sliding through seasons come and gone, sliding through time and change now become one with a whisper, the sigh that filled …
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They Called Her The Abbess (Poem)
They called her the Abbess And looking back, I can see why – she wore emptiness inside her eyes. See, every night I would sit up in my tree and watch her working in the abbey garden for hours on end, sweating as she chopped …
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