Stumble On--ABAB Poem

This is a random poem I did (because it came to mind and wouldn't vacate until I put it down), of the ABAB type.

STUMBLE ON

Stumble on, fair pilgrim, trudging into the night

For morning awaits on the moon's other side

The bleak winter's road, full of pain and spite

Breaks into Spring and, Fear, woe betide

Gird yourself freshly, with courage and grit

Take heart from these challenges, lessons of pain

The things you are learning will bolster your wit

You think yourself harried to Hell and again

For each other pilgrim must travel his road

Must deal with the stickers, the stones, and the heat

Must hobble onward, himself must he goad

Fearing he'll falter, fall down, and be beat

He fears his friends and his children and wife

Will forsake and abandon him while on his way

And they may, for the choosing is part of this life

There is but to fall to his knees, now, and pray

Stumble on, fair pilgrim, but know at your side

Is the Builder of worlds and the Maker of man 

Hold your head up high, He's along for the ride

And know He believes in you, and that you can.

For the darkness can't linger when e're there's light

The Builder has figured this fact in His plan

And Evil can never prevail against Right

It's part of the priceless Salvation of man

© 2016 by H. Linn Murphy