Walking Among Giants Poem by Christopher P G Misao

When the clouds are gathering dark
And confusion blinds hopeful eyes;
Dread lurks in the day-lit hours
And nights are filled with terror's blight.
Does your lone soul shudder in pain?
Dark the morn that dawns each day.
Oh heaven then seems so far away!
And all help, well-meant, is bittersweet.
Then seek O soul in the stories lived
Companions meet for your life's journey.
For on the road where God leads
We often find — we walk among giants!