11/23/22
A soldier once was haunted by a thought
Which frequently would make him feel distraught
A failure he would see himself to be
And often only darkness he would see
But then, receiving mercy from his Friend
His time of trial came gently to an end
And free to love and serve his friends anew
Redeemed, he glistened, flourished, blossomed, grew
Pilgrim Poet 