The Final Glory

May has a memory for me of dad
     And his short struggle to the end
          A winsomeness and depth which reach
               Deep within my soul.

I am not sure which way all this
     Will turn out in the end
           I wonder what will happen now
                  If news of this I send...

Is our support in other's pain
Restricted to the first time –
Quick fixes – “If journey's long
Your life is yours – I have mine”?

The fear of walking on alone
Through terrors and confusion,
Runs rippling through the undergrowth
Both real and our illusion.

Like little girl afraid at night
With God around and teddy,
“I want someone to walk with me
With face of skin, who's steady.”

It's as we walk into the night
We see who's called to reach us;
It's usually a surprise to us
Such lessons often teach us –

To open up to those around
Who through their night are walking;
Quite frequently we walk past them
With our incessant talking.

“Please walk with me, don't leave me here
To make my way through darkness;
Though short or long I deeply long
To live life through regardless –

“Not just enduring day by day
What life has placed before me,
But walking off this stage of life
By Grace of God to Glory.

“Does someone near you walk the night
In blunders and confusion?
Who walked with you and carried you
In love not in illusion?”

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