...and I stepped off the Path,
and sought the source of the glow
behind the massive rock...
and there I saw a yucca plant
whose spire was lit with flame
...not of this Earth,
and so, not consuming;
brighter than a nova's spark --
inviting me to listen
to a Voice:
not from the Stars,
but of them;
not from the Realms,
but of them;
not from the Light,
but of it...
saying:
"Blessed art thou
who follow in My footsteps,
though the Trail crumbles
and the Night is filled with Terror,
though the North Wind keens
and chills thy weary bones;
Blessed are thou
who follow in My footsteps,
for I shall lead thee Home."