eyeing the pilgrim road

the Master Poet ponders
all possibilities

the power of the light is always here
the wisdom to seek the light comes and goes

it is now gone

so

(upon the pilgrim road)
just a few stragglers

just a few

(but still

a few)

a few are there

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the road goes on and thru the mountains

the saints are still here

the light is still here

the Master Poet sits and eyes
the pilgrim road

tears and pure strength commingle

the children of tomorrow tremble

are trembling

and await

the pilgrims on the road