Essential hands, please hold me,
teach me, right from wrong.
confront and enfold me,
ever understanding song.
Let the crescent moon collect
ever traces at my feet,
that memory, of winters face,
With peaceful steps
I walk this path,
that once burned skin to linger
and now I sigh, in patience palm,
my head rests on her finger.
I perch among the thoughtful sorts
who long have known my theory,
that gladness comes for those who strive,
complete while weak and weary.
Let light shine forth,and light my smile,
let fireflies glow with living,
I have found my peace in love,
and my strength in selfless giving.