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A fronte praecipitium a tergo lupi. (In front of you, a precipice. Behind you, wolves.)

Thursday, April 28, 2016

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, 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

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