Life up your eyes and see! Ahead, the road
is clouded, misty, rugged, barbed and long.
You cannot know its snags and snares, its twists,
the shape of that which has not yet emerged.
You cannot know just how it all will end.
But, oh, the beauty of the journeyed life,
the wondrous, lustrous, moments on the way.
Forsake the downward worried glance of fear
Look up, the sun-seared mist is growing clear.
