Paul

Go batter down the walls
From 'round these realms we know
And some behind shall come
Along your path but slow.

In sunshine or in dark,
No stopping out of fear;
Paths, that to glory lead,
The hasty ram will clear.

To planes uncharted yet,
He's guided by a star;
A shepherd draped in red;
A di'mond seen afar.

- Edna Huber (1971)