The Path West: Reflections on Time, Forgiveness, and Departure

Slowly slip the sands of time

Past my fingers, through my hands.

Crashing waves and pounding surf

Tonight’s the night we leave this earth

Companions brave our task complete.

Some come to live, some come to sleep.

But on my knees I come today

Forgiveness asked and penance paid.

As we depart this earthly sphere

I search myself for pride and fear:

A sadness now, a twinge of guilt

As glories fade and triumphs wilt.

Straight is our path into the west

Straight is our journey and our quest

The course is set, our way secure:

Old burdens heavy, old hearts now pure.

Slowly slip the sands of time

Past my fingers, through my hands.

A whispering breeze, a swan in flight,

A world awaking, an end to night.