Walk On

                                                               Photo by Beth York Bonham

Night shed your heavy skin

lay aside your dagger and cloak

your forever nagging silence

withstanding any oak.

For summer like an old man
 left rocking on the porch

 is creaking with the memory

and blind without a torch.

His years are pushing on
as tides without a shore
 wings of life bequeathing
the pattern evermore.

Wounded spirit in the eyes
dim window of a soul

walk on, oh weary traveler
though blackness takes it toll.

L. Paddock

*

"Meaningless!  Meaningless!"

says the teacher.

"Utterly meaningless!

Everything is meaningless."

*
The Lord is a refuge for the oppressed,
 he does not ignore the cry of the afflicted.

Ecclesiastes 1:2  Psalms 9: 9, 12