We Shuffle Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

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.