"Dear Lord, there are stones that hurt me so"
And He said - "Dear child I understand, I walked it long ago"
"But there is a cool green path" I said,
"Let me walk there for a time"
"No child" He gently said to me -
"That green road does not climb"
"But my burden" I said "Is far too great, how can I bear it so?"
"My child" said He "I remember it's weight, I carried my cross you know"
"But" I said "I wish there were friends with me who would make my way their own"
"Ah yes" said He "Gethsemane was hard to face alone."
And so I climbed the stony path content at last to know
That where my master had not gone I would not need to go.
And strangely there I found new friends, the burden grew less sore,
As I remember - long ago, He went that way before.
- Olga J. Weiss
