Poem:

By the light of the faintest glimmer

Of hope must we ride along

The frightening edge of problems

Of pain, suffering and wrong.

By touches of weakest responses

Of faith must we carry on

Tasks of bearing the burden

Of pain for which we are born.

By sights of  barest chances

Must we our freedom sustain,

Hoping a single blessing

Might soften pressures of pain.

We try not to falter and stumble,

As we solemnly hope and pray,

That we lose not our bearing

Along life’s only way.