The Stairs

By Mike Hall, July 18, 2016

Oh long and dark the stairs I trod,
with stumbling feet to find my God,
Gaining a foothold bit by bit
Then slipping back and losing it.

There came a certain time when I
Loosened my hold and fell thereby,
Down to the lowest step my fall
As if I had not climbed at all.

And as I lay despairing there,
there came a footfall on the stairs
And ‘lo’ when hope had ceased to be
My God came down the stairs to me.

Theodora Pickering Garrison

From the book Joy O’ Life by Theodosia Pickering Garrison, published in 1909.