If you came this way,
Taking the route you would be likely to take
From the place you would be likely to come from,
If you came this way in may time, you would find the hedges
White again, in May, with voluptuary sweetness.
It would be the same at the end of the journey,
If you came at night like a broken king,
If you came by day not knowing what you came for,
It would be the same, when you leave the rough road
And turn behind the pig-sty to the dull facade

        If you would come nearer to being,
Turn from flickering shadows cast by fire
Turn toward another light, if but briefly bright
That arises from your own becoming
Turn to deep shadows thrown by life lived
Making from love and loss, knowing and unknowing
Risk, reward, and failure
Laughter and copious tears
A shadow that looms long in the setting sun
A silhouette sharpened by a steep and rugged ascent