Falter, stumble, fall;
from the way so wide, so known
Hurry, rise! Rejoin the ranks!
Yet I rise not, I listen;
I do not see, I hear:
A quiet, soft hope – a sorrow, a secret.
I hear a new sight, the eyes inside behold
the way so wide, so common: a house built not on stone…
I now tread upon a narrow way,
on soil few footprints found;
the elder ‘neath the tall palm, beckons:
“Come now, tread with me. Come tread on solid ground.”