ONE MORE VALLEY

Trudged and tarried, flung into the recesses,
footsteps followed by fated decree
echoes of sweating laments
chained to a coffer of my calling,
no throngs to see my legion of strides
nor to worship my anguished pilgrimage,
tale of its monotony left unwritten.

I shall not give into the soul smothering
though it drags me into the darkest pit,
for my Lord has set my steps by his hand,
and no storms or ravages winds
can slay my soul in its journey,
amid the fields of melancholy.

Time clock sentinel ticks its guardian beat
over the seconds with uncharitable indifference.
Still I stroll against the shadows
not because I am hero or knight, but because I follow God's light
each new horizon another test of my faith
in the end, resting in reflection's sanctuary, seen in praise