And yet, there are those trees that reach for the light;
whose branches curve ever upward, toward the sun
and lead us to believe that hope's in sight,
that the time for wandering, lost in fog, is done.
That upward stretch, that hopeful tilt's a clue
there might be life beyond the forest's density,
a world where clarity and warmth renew
each pilgrim's way with sacred vision and intensity.
Each glimpse of light, however brief, enthralls us
and so we continue on the mystic path,
trusting that the destiny which calls us.
will guide and keep us safe until at last
our journey ends and we can then unite
with that which ever calls us into Light.
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