To the West

By Leigh Ann Hussey, 1992

The hawk soars high o'er yonder hill,
the stag bells in the glen;
The whale chants wild in waters chill,
the bear dreams in her den:
they call me to return again;
they set me on my way.

Where the twilight seals the day,
to the West, to the West
I am summoned as the dreamers come before.
With my wounds all healed away,
like the sun I will rest
where my vision leads, along the Western shore.

I'll bless the bonny ship that brings
me leave and liberty
to wend the way of saints and kings
and souls across the sea.
I'll seek the voice that calls to me
and sets me on my way.

My eyes shall see my fortune clear;
my tongue shall rightly tell.
My heart shall hold my dreaming dear;
my hands shall build it well.
The land they sought, where now we dwell,
is ever on the way.