I am trying
to learn to walk again...
all tensed and trembling
I try so hard, so hard...
Not like the headlong patter 
of new and anxious feet 
or the vigorous flailing of the water
by young swimmers
a new element
into submission...
It is more like
a timorous Lazarus
to take up the bed
on which he died...
I know I will walk again
into your healing
outstretched arms
in answer
to your tender command...
I have been lost
and fallen
in the dark underbrush
but I will arise
and walk
and find the path
at your soft command.

--Frank Horne