The Journey

Three women walked through the snow

Beneath an empty sky,

And one was blind, and one was old,

And one was I.

Bravely the Blind One led,

I questioned from behind

“Tell me, where do we go?” She said

“Have courage... I am blind!”

We came at last to a cliff,

The Blind One plunged, and was gone —

I looked behind me, stark and stiff

The Old One stood in the dawn.

The deep crevasse was black

Beneath the dawning day,

I could not turn and travel back,

The Old One barred the way.

I could not turn aside,

( To lead, one dare not see )

I think that day I must have died

Such silence is in me.