ON MY WAY to recovery when I received Nature's earliest friendly greetings, she held before my eyes her precious gift of endless first surprise. And those trees and the blue sky bathed in morning light though ancient and ever-known revealed to me in them creation's everlasting first moment and I felt that this one birth of mine is woven in the web of many births of many changing forms and like the sunlight composed of varied rays every appearance in its unity is blended with countless invisible other ones.
LIGHT THY signal, Father, for us who have strayed far away from thee. Our dwelling is among ruins haunted by lowering shadows of fear. Our heart is bent under the load of despair and we insult thee when we grovel to dust at every favour or threat that mocks our manhood. For thus is desecrated the dignity of thee in us thy children for thus we put out our light and in our abject fear make it seem that our orphaned world is blind and godless.
