The Traveler

He [She] has put on invisibility.

Dear Lord, I cannot see—
But this I know, although the road ascends
And passes from my sight,
That there will be no night;
That You will take him [her] gently by the hand
And lead him [her] on
Along the road of life that never ends,
And he [she] will find it is not death but dawn.
I do not doubt that You are there as here,
And You will hold him [her] dear.

Our life did not begin with birth,
It is not of the earth;
And this that we call death, it is no more
Than the opening and closing of a door—
And in Your house how many rooms must be
Beyond this one where we rest momently. 

Dear Lord, I thank You for the faith that frees,
The love that knows it cannot lose its own;
The love that, looking through the shadows, sees
That You and he and I are ever one!