for what will i sing in the gathering gloom?
a heart’s desire which won’t let go?
wisdom to feel what can’t be known?
or courage to speak my inner truth?
as a child i knelt in my shuttered room
and gazed on a world afraid for my soul,
while not fitting in but not quite out
wondered what life might be all about.
the end of my striving has led me to this —
there’s nothing more to miss.
