Far away the world I hear distant birds call my name beyond horizons broad that stretch from sea to sea and shore to shore in waves.... on cosmic staves revealing distant days from ages near the fish's hook and way behind the shepherd's crook.
I stand aloft and fall and slip yet firm and strong the lion's grip that holds me high to rise above the sand and quit the bonds before I land in void and empty sphere that rolls year to year.
Far away the world I see a blazing star and all that waits afar behind the clouded veils.... once lifted high descend as trails that lead and guide the endless quest that carries pilgrims mountains high and makes the lantern burn its timeless flame to yet return.
Last Edit: Sept 8, 2023 14:16:30 GMT 9.5 by fjrogers
Distant peaks emerge....clear as day. The hermit's lantern turns to guide the way. Hermit's Way - F. J. Rogers