If we have intentionally
set out on the spiritual
journey of faith,
We will pass through
beautiful and consoling
hours of broad daylight,
the muted dusk of aridity,
and eventually experience
the soft, melancholic
fade of twilight.
Unsure of ourselves
we may hesitate then.
Unsure of God, as the
shadows lengthen,
we may fall on our
knees in adoration.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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