9/18/22
A runner slackened pace for quite a while
He seemed to lose more breath with every mile
What happened to his will, which once was strong?
Could he not manage more than limp along?
With motives faded far behind him now
An aimless course he took; he knew not how
No end in sight, his mind now grew distraught
How could he lose what for long and hard he fought?
A light, a word came suddenly to aid
This desperate soul, who now felt newly made
Renewed in strength, he sprinted, leapt and soared
With tiredness forgotten and ignored
Oh, how he flew! A sight to then behold:
From death to life, renewed to young from old!
With gaping gaze, the onlookers did cheer
For victory he won; what’s now to fear?
Pilgrim Poet 