Treading so light the grass stoop not.
A foot light but, steps true
Through a journey of splendour, much to endeavour.
At times pausing, feet warbling, often wondering
For the path forks and the beaten track makes thee steps weary.
I pray thee, hold up my going in thy path, that footsteps, slip not
With honour, faith, hope and love,steps I shall take
through this journey of faith, I make.
By Nelline Naidoo
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