The trials which have smothered you and frozen all your dreams
(Those icy fingers down your spine unraveled all your seams)
Are burdens which you never sought; indeed, you begged them gone,
And yet, they linger dawn to dusk, and dusk to weary dawn.
But Pilgrim, lift your tired head, and brace your feeble knees;
For lessons learned in schools of pain are not like schools of ease –
What humbled heart and broken bones with faith can start to grow
Is rather like the evergreen made beautiful by snow.