In the land of his affliction
the wise man bows down low, 
glad in humble posture
that the inner light will glow. 

As darkness smothers senses, 
so the heart must guide the way -
the furnace howls, the errors burn
the smoke of doubt holds sway. 

Acquiesce? No, persevere
he turns within anew,  
takes up the cross and drinks the cup,
walks like the faithful few. 

On route he knows the refuge is
to share the gifted load -
in sorrow poured out prayerfully
a lighter yoke bestowed. 


25th July 2021, Wiltshire, England.