A Guiding Hand Upon Fate's Road

Still there remains to haunt my days

The memory of perfect love.

Sorrow how devious your ways,

How subtly through the heart you move.

This body having lived for light

Now see the embers of its fire

Flash upon the coming night

Yet from this life shall not retire,

For One instilled within the soul

The inner flame that cannot cease,

Lit the pathway to the goal

Installed a modicum of peace

Within a vessel crudely made,

Blessings innumerable bestowed

And on this being sweetly laid

A guiding hand upon fate's road.