We shuffle through the daily walk
with stumbling feet of clay
in hopes each step will move us in
a well directed way
We wish and pray with fervent thoughts
we're headed where we should
and trust that something in the day
will point us to what's good
There never may arrive a time
when we are sure we're led
to places lighter, brighter than
the valleys of the dead
There is no ditch on either side
of life's long winding road
so on we go though trudging slow
with often heavy load
We shuffle through the daily walk
with stumbling feet of clay
in hopes each step will move us in
a well directed way.
Along the narrow path. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem for me represents the shuffle through life in the hope that we arrive at a place where there's eternal brightness, beautiful stanzas Liilia. Love the accompanying pic, perfectly suits the piece!