The wind was whimsical and vigorous.
She took my hands and said, "This way"
As they stayed cold, palsied to the dismay.
The storm was merciless and tremulous.
He took the way our from my sight
And left me astray with no heat or light.
Let not that journey of solitude repeat any longer.
Let not the crucial nights come again to loiter
And sore my heart to pass it alone.
Let me reach to the light so shone.
Let me now sit on the top of the hill
Never to look back on my foot prints
On a path reashed this far. You put me in splints,
Standing unshaken for that you love me still.