White Stones
I gather them as I go…
White Stones
I gather them
as I go…
At first it seems
there are so few of them,
and many weary steps
drag on between
each gleaming, bright surprise
that brings delight.
But looking back,
surveying where I’ve been,
I see the truth
as clear as truth can be:
they covered the whole path,
and lit my way.
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