By Vicky Blisserd-Carrick


If my life holds no promise of fulfillment,

And my dreams are never realized,

Though earth’s remedies bring me no health

And my life’s cherished work comes to nothing.

If my home offers me no refreshment or rest

And I face old age all alone,

Still, I know You will be my source of gladness

And remembering Your grace and faithfulness

Will be my constant joy.

Across the Chasms . . .

the Chasms
of my sins,
my companion throws the shadow of his cross.
His steady hand upon my shoulder makes
Of that slim,
Dark stripe
The Way
From where
I am . . . to
That place
as yet
where he
would have
me go.
Under the
of that hand,
I find . . . that I . . . am strong,
And unafraid to walk the Narrow Way.

–Vicky Blisserd-Carrick spent most of her life in the Willamette Valley, Oregon, before coming to Colorado. She is a graduate of Laurelwood Academy and Walla Walla College (now Walla Walla University). She and her husband Ron are members of the Grand Junction Seventh-day Adventist Church where she currently serves as head deaconess, and they host a small fellowship and study group in their home. She has four grown children scattered in Arkansas, South Dakota, Nebraska, and Montana. Email her at: [email protected]