Looking at the eastern sky
each morning I wonder,
'What is behind the sun?'
Emerging from an ocean of darkness
is the sun moving to get into another?
In the haystack of darkness
is light a tiny needle of silver?
Is knowledge a tiny island in a sea of ignorance?
Is life a lonely lotus among weeds in still water?
On the coast of time are You too a lone lighthouse
watchful eyes on us to keep
and save us before we hit a rock or wreck our ship?
Is this the reason
at dawns in every season
with folded hands why we sing,
'Lead us from falsehood to truth,
Lead us from darkness to light
and from death to immortality?' |
