October 30, 2026
When I’m Weary
By Shirley Kobar
When I’m weary,
And no longer
Hear Your voice,
I take it up
The mountain
To breathe
Your Blessing
Where pines
Are as tall
As cathedrals
And silence
Is broken
By footfalls
As I walk
Your aisles
Of well-trodden paths.
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