An unnumbered lifetime

An unnumbered lifetime

An unnumbered lifetime in its sixty-fourth year.
Unknown the destination . . . nor how far away.
I gauge the distance by the depth of my fear.

No milestone to mark the highway from here;
no house of rest at the end of the day.
An unnumbered lifetime in its sixty-fourth year.

When shall the harbor lights of home appear?
I labor and pray to keep demons at bay
and gauge the distance by the depth of my fear.

An unsteady hand sets the course I steer.
Each crucial point pitches my soul astray.
An unnumbered lifetime in its sixty-fourth year.

If courage emerges as conviction grows clear,
if peace comes to those who trust and obey,
I gauge the distance by the depth of my fear.

Not for the faint-hearted, said my Lord, Meher.
Unknown the destination . . . nor how far away.
An unnumbered lifetime in its sixty-fourth year.
I gauge the distance by the depth of my fear.