The path I tread Is marked in growing light,
illuminating all before my eyes,
revealing every heart that I may see,
It gifts me words of light to set them free.
The touch of light illuminates my way,
across the hours unafraid and sure,
In vision joined with ancient alchemy,
awake my soul creates the truth I see.
The blessed sight, of light too pure to know,
a moments touch can bring a lifetimes rest,
A joy so pure to know, this precious sight,
I take the path and walk in healing blessed.
My sight is touched, alight each blade and leaf,
times glowing ribbon flows with passing days,
till I sated will rest beyond this walk,
leaving my light to light another’s way.