The Pilgrim Road 13 Poem by David McLansky

What the Prioress Saw from the Parapet (13)

As she struggled from her knees, 

She saw a sight that did not please, 

Just below the parapet

In the yard to her regret

Stood the Pilgrim with arms out-raised

Praying to the coming day.

'Oh Lord of Light, Sweet Jesus Christ, 

Guide me in this garden blight, 

The bordered road is filled with thorns, 

I shed my blood, my skin is torn; 

Guide me on this coming day

That though I stumble on my way, 

Do not let me fall from Thy path, 

Let me not slip and be outcast; 

I stumble like a still young child, 

Guide me with Your wisdom mild, 

Teach me on this borning day

Thy path to step, I fervent pray.'