The thorns are sharp

the hedge is high.

Patience,

dear one

the Land is nigh.

I call at night

and in the day,

He always

hears me when

I pray.

Perseverance

dear one,

these days are but

a dream

that lead to

the unseen.

Courage

dear one,

the stepping stones

provide a way

to grow

each day.

Deeper,

deeper

in the thorn

so pours forth

Love’s Divine

horn

of strength, salvation

and a song;

you are

right where you belong.