Walk along, dear heart
and meet again the places that you’ve been.
Retell old stories of past steps.
Steps now covered in the shadows of those who feel they are alone.
their comforts out of reach,
while their exposed feet slide unsure into the impressions that your stumbling once left behind.
Their puzzled faces,
wrapped around minds which have not adjusted to the change they feel
yet cannot see.
For the dark clarity that swaddles their future selves, holds fast.
That unyielding darkness.
The great defender of the precious sublime,
not to be seen on this side of the mountain.
Walk along side them, dear heart.
Tell them that the dark keeps company with light
and protects it against any foe.
Old friends they,
taking turns at introducing themselves,
but dark comes first.
So stand with them, dear heart.
Stay close to those wanderers.
Stay until the light reassures its protector
that all is well.