No One Walks Alone

She walked through the Valley of Death, As a loved one was laid to rest, One of pure spiritual wealth, Witness endured every true test. Feeling alone and so depressed, Slowly walked away with head bowed, Heart was hurting under great distress, Dread hung over like a dark shroud. Approaching the path toward home, Heard a noise coming from behind, Strange, she thought everyone had gone, But friends were walking alongside. Grateful to see friendly faces, And receive their warm embraces. Thankful to have such welcome guests, To help in her deep grieving quest. There was a strong divine presence, An Emmaus Road occurrence, For Jesus was among the folk, That lightened her heavy yoke. A cloud of witnesses on earth, Filled with love and heaven’s worth, A lesson from God on His throne, With Jesus, no one walks alone.