Am I wayward in my pursuing
To do the work I’ve dreamt of doing?...
To take the risks I once feared taking.
To humor the heart that so long has been aching,
The one I’ve spent my youth forsaking!
Though my will shall weaken
And my eyes shall stray
Though well worn paths will appear today
Let my word bind me, wax and seal,
With my hand held steady upon the wheel.
I am yours, and Oh road, you are mine
One part mundane, one part divine
Fate meets free will
Like a horizon line!
I have seen it there, though not with eyes
Like a bleeding sun over gaping skies
Like a ghost at day, it’s a pale white moon
Over a waveless ocean sky of blue!
And it lies in silence just beyond my reach
And I close my eyes “oh Lord, I beseech Thee give me Tomorrow! That I may wake to feel...
Once again, my hand upon the wheel.”