It matters not which book or story,
Which tattered scroll or tale of glory;
I'll take whatever comes this day,
To take my hand, to lead the way!
As I travel this path alone,
And trip and stumble upon each stone,
I reach out for a thought to hold -
But none is there, none is told.
Looking to the evening sky
I clench my teeth and close my eyes.
And send a silent, and soulful plea
For - someone's - God to walk with me!
*"Works and plays well with others, and does not eat his young."