A wandering up a steep steep hill
Holding on with a battered will
With weary eyes and gloomy mind
and slow and tired but the hopeful kind
One's head yearns to grow and be filled with wonder
Yet fragments of enchantment are what I ponder
My soul rebounds from enlightened regions
And sometimes glimpses hell with its darker legions
And yet I see through the veil of illness
The sunshine of God's Light in its perfect stillness
The warm spirit in Heart makes one content
And holds a straight course through each torment
As if through time I am put to the test
And one day in the future with my God I will rest.
