Let not mistaken
mercy
blind my fading sight,
no false euphoria lull me.
I would not unprepared
take this last journey.
Give me a light to guide me
through dark valleys,
a staff to lean upon,
bread to sustain me,
a blessing in my ear
that fear not assail me.
Then leaving, do not hold my hand,
I go to meet a friend --
that same who traced
compassion in the sand.
blind my fading sight,
no false euphoria lull me.
I would not unprepared
take this last journey.
Give me a light to guide me
through dark valleys,
a staff to lean upon,
bread to sustain me,
a blessing in my ear
that fear not assail me.
Then leaving, do not hold my hand,
I go to meet a friend --
that same who traced
compassion in the sand.
~ Nancy Hopkins
~
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