So, at last, I began chapter one
Of the great story, so they speak,
No one on Earth has ever read which tales to continue forever and more,
In which they say the chapter is even better than before.
I sway, gleam, and agree because
I have never felt so free.
I have read.
I have written.
And my life has blossomed into a greenhouse of grace, shielded from the cold,
forever covered. The caretaker does so so that I may just be.
Nevertheless, I continue with thee, with your right hand next to me
Guiding my ways like a lantern to my feet.
