The Hermit

The Hermit

The Hermit bows his head in thought

In contemplation of all and nought

In appearance seeming aged and infirm

And yet he belies this, standing firm

Upon the mountain peak above

Silence looks down on mortal love

Past the seven ages of mankind

And holds a light to heal the blind

Within the star is shining bright

Over the earth, it casts warm light

Calls to follow in rising from below

Saying where I am, you may be also.