How many miles does one need to walk
Within the shadow of the moon?
Before one glimpses a fleeting ray of light
Dashed to smithereens all too soon?

How far does one need to stumble
Along the wretched, rocky path
Before an arm is proffered
Without bitterness or wrath?

How long must one crawl
Over obstacles treacherously wide
Before a patient hand picks one up
Staggering....never to regain one's stride?

Yet within one's core....the soul
As it arouses itself to cope
Within its seamless, infinite depths,
Wells the source of eternal hope!