- The
Path
- Setting
sun;
- blood-scarlet
rays from yonder ridge
- beckons
like a siren.
-
- Continuing
on,
- twilight
at my heels,
- a thought
from youth:
- of miles
to go before I sleep.
-
- The
disguise is clever
- but I'm
not fooled;
- this
night, my night
- eternity
calls and I go.
-
- A chance,
one last glance
- to see
the road I've trod.
- A
lingering, sad moment
- then I
turn, too brave to cry.
-
- Before me
lies the challenge,
- a
mountain to climb
- a river
to forge
- until I
rest in the meadow.
-
- Though
the path is narrow,
- and
treachery lurks at every turn
- I am
strong, I fear not.
- My step
is sure.
-
- Grace is
given to he who fights
- the
battle while pure of heart
- and
strong of spirit.
- That
grace is mine.
-
- The grace
to know the bounty of my blessings,
- the
riches of my youth,
- simple
treasures, yet priceless
- borne
across the miles -- through the years.
-
- And
reaching the top, the journey ends
- I see
that I am three:
- Who I
was, What I am
- and that
which I Shall be.
-
- As
starlight glitter winks knowingly
- I reach
out beyond the West,
- My hand
brushes back the Milky Way
- Like
cobwebs in a corner.
-
- I am
dust, I am the Cosmos,
- Alpha
Centurae twinkles to my right,
- Andromeda
wheels below me,
- Infinity
is my sitting room.
-
- No
regret, no remorse,
- and no
going back.
- That
which I was to be I am.
- The Path
has served me well.
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