“tread with me… on solid ground.”

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.”