I can only see a little of the road ahead.
I can’t see my final destination.
I can’t even see over the next hill.
and I know there’ll be other ups and downs beyond it –
high points from which one can see quite a long view,
valleys where the hills shut one in.
And some of those clouds may mean storms.
But the great thing is to have started!
thank you for calling me,
and setting my feet on the way.
Thank you for the map of the way,
which is yourself.
help me to persevere.