We
walk along the edges off the ragged cliffs of time,
Balance
precariously among old and twisted pines,
And
sharp and jagged stones on this our narrow way
Seeing
far, far below us rocky depths and darkness
As
we travel ice ridges for a time.
Then
find rest in pleasant places, pleasant times
Where
we can savor green and sunlit valleys,
Take
in our days, hours, months of love and warmth.
We
know that each, the struggle and the peace
Will
have their times and cause
The
wind shaped branches of ourselves
Old
pines strengthened by the cold and struggle
Nourished
by our days times of loving warmth
Will
then be able, with generous reach
To
shelter with glowing warmth beyond ourselves
Those
who come to find the richness, the fullness
That
we have learned to offer.
