On your journey, Fare-Well

through the forest thick she trod

searching out her path.

notwithstanding hidden wrath

the footfalls followed, never flawed.

though dank and dark the sylvan shade,

she sought to find the end.

but from her soul it would not fade

the light she sought to tend.

slowly it grew until she saw

the end was not with-out - -

it shone with-in so it could draw

others to its strength.

the path to follow had once been born

and still lived in her heart.

the sylvan shade through which she'd torn

had kept it far apart.

the light within, now lived without, had been the peace she sought.

Late 1997