September 20, 2006

• WALK ON

  
  

   

  
  

  The wind blows hard

  
  

  The wind blows cold

  
  

  The wind blows hardships

  
  

  Yet untold.

  
  

   

  
  

  The wind blows right

  
  

  The wind blows left

  
  

  The wind blows till

  
  

  There’s nothing left.

  
  

   

  
  

  Who will walk this road to wisdom?

  
  

  Stand against the rain?

  
  

  Feel the world against them,

  
  

  And experience the pain?

  
  

   

  
  

  And when they fall

  
  

  And fall and fall

  
  

  And fall and fall

  
  

  Get up again?

  
  

   

  
  

  Walk on.  Walk on!

  
  

  You’re nearer to the end.

  
  

  And as you go remember,

  
  

  You won’t feel this wind again.

  
  

   

  
  

  Each steps a higher monument

  
  

  If your walk is up

  
  

  So put your hand now to the plow

  
  

  Look back, but never stop.

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

        SAINT

  
  

   

  
  

  It’s name is blasted from the bow

  
  

  Wood’s torn from off the hull

  
  

  The mast is nearly eaten through

  
  

  It’s sails shot through with holes.

  
  

   

  
  

  It struggles on through time and life

  
  

  In seas of calm and storm

  
  

  It’s galleys creak from endless strife

  
  

  And still it ventures on.

  
  

   

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