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A traveler I am weary

Trudging with my load dreary 

The weather cold dank and gloomy 

It’s been days since the sky was sunny

The air it smells foul and dank

The river green from which I drank

I feel this path is never level

Sometimes down but mainly uphill 

I need rest I’m tired and tormented 

The air so thick I feel disoriented 

My legs and arms ache from exhaustion 

Where can I go to end this commotion 

The days seem endlessly the same

I don’t remember even from which way I came

So confused and the animals screeching 

I need help sorrowfully no one’s responding 

Wait what’s that I spy ahead 

Is it an inn maybe with a room or a bed 

No I see through the fog and the pain

A church standing alone on the plain 

The door it appears to not have a lock and chain

I grab at the handle turn it and exclaim 

My Lord 

For that’s Who was there to greet me when I opened His door 

Amen 

JFFIII 2/21/24