One More Step


Just one more step
And I’ll be further
Away from home
Than I’ve ever been…

In a summer field
We stood still,
Like statues from another age
In the rustling corn.

In the dusk I saw the edge
Of all that was familiar,
All that was dear,
And beyond it only dark.

‘Come on, Sam’
You said, and took my arm
Gently, with a smile
As was your way.

More than master,
More than kin,
You drew me on to where
I never would have ventured.

All long ago and far away
From this burning present
All wisdom spent, just
His shattered hand in mine.

- Varda