But managed to walk and start the day's journey.
Fatigue is still imminent.
Prayer and time are my sacrament.
Quiet solitude is my only hope.
When the way is hard it helps me cope.
Even in the midst of struggle
My body tries to resist and wriggle.
But my mind and spirit choose better
The memories of God's love letter,
"faith, hope and love abide"
And in that message I will forever hide.