In the journey to the light

The dark moments should not threaten.

Belief requires that you hold steady.

Bend, if you will, with the wind.

The tree is your teacher,

Roots at once more firm

From experience in the soil made fragile.

Your gentle dew will come

And a stirring of power to go on

Towards the space of sharing.

In the misery of the I, in rage,

It is easy to cry out against all others

But to weaken is to die

In the misery of knowing the journey abandoned

Towards the sharing of all human hope and cries

Is the loss of all we know of the divine

Reclaimed for our shared humanity.

Hold firm.

Take care.

Come home together