Your shadow at morning striding behind you

Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;

I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

Stand like you mean it now
Do not bemoan the strife
To be at peace is truest death
As long as you burn, you're part of life

When the storm is coming
Be not the broken, ancient tree
Head down and wisely bend
To step does not require to see

Listen now, I tell you true
Faithful as it was told to me
From prophets blind and wise
It's not what you are but what you see