[Written for the Sentinel.]

The Way of the Cross

I do not know that I shall ever
Be called to do some noble deed and great;
I only know my peace flows like a river,
And I can wait.

In darkest moments though I seem forsaken
By friends, and all that human sense holds dear,
I yet can know, it is the way that Love hath taken
To draw me near.

And so I trust and pray, well knowing
My every pang and heartache in the night
Is but the sign attendant on my growing
To perfect height.

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