I walk down beaten paths toward a cross

Held defiantly against a brilliant blue sky 

Kneeling beneath it buildings worn and weary, like the

Heavy shoulders I wear into our City of God.

One step in front of the other

Like a soldier in the ranks of this battle against sin, 

Blistering heat upon blistering feet upon blistering street

Lord, can you hear my prayer?  

As I fall to trembling knees,

I contemplate questions left unanswered

Echoing in the barren stone hall

Left to burden disappointed ears.