Today I am a man in my late years, yet the light that shone
In my youth still shines, but now I have found that point
High above the mist of uncertainty, and I can press on
Knowing that the fear and the bitter blindness of my youth
Needed only the patient passing of time to reach that
Place where, the memories of my past are like the leaves
Of fall nestling on the ground, there to enrich the
Lawn of my soul, Now I can see my past, my present,
And I can stand with my loves, rich with friends,
Unafraid, knowing that the future lies deep in
The heart of the past, and the real future,
Yet unknown lies in the loving hand of God.