I arrive at the end
Of a rocky path
Where a beacon indicates
A vast unknown
Beneath a misty guile

But a light of no small promise
Beckons from a distance
My faith tells me
Is surmountable

Perhaps it will be a smooth sail
On a quiet sea
Or a road no less arduous
Than the  sharp-stoned path
Which bloodied my feet
Since many miles ago

No matter
The destination seems bright
And beautiful enough
While I have covered greater distances
With less hope
And no small despair