Highway

MARGARET L. SEAMAN

Bring low my mount of selfishness, O God,
Exalt the darkened valley, till a road
Lofty but level, smooth and straight, appears—
Thy highway, where my humbled, following feet
May tread henceforth in lightness; where the tears
Will rise no more, and where my soul,
Freed from the phantoms of the mortal load,
In selfless journeying may find its peace.