The Journey Towards Genuine Being (A Poem)

To walk or run along the strands of Being,

To gaze humbly through the temple's eye,

The man must embrace the ready friend, Suffering,

'Tis the whole of Christ's purposed sigh,

The pangs that come from Suffering's speech,

Must be met with opportuned look,

The man must bow, and then be teached,

To have his greatest comforts forsook,

The sweet post-embrace that soon comes forth,

Makes the man all too good,

The heart set in stone, ablaze from the torch,

Turns the weak-skinned one into fine wood.

-AJR (12/15/20)