O Stranger, Come

Love I wear proud

like a cape, and loneliness,

and Sorrow, I huddle beneath

a blanket when the Night is thick,

before it is split open

like a marble by the Sun,

spearing light shafts plenteous and true

from the all-powerful Sky.

In this land, we know ourselves,

but we do not know you,

O stranger, come

out of the wilderness of yourself.

Tell us your story.

We are eager to hear

of what things have befallen you

upon this great, rolling Road

that carries on.


West Vancouver