WHEN YOU called me I was asleep under the shadows of my walls and I did not hear you. Then you struck me with your own hands and wakened me in tears. I started up to see that the sun had risen, that the floodtide had brought the call of the deep, and my boat was ready rocking on the dancing water.
SAILING THROUGH the night I came to life's feast, and the morning's golden goblet was filled with light for me. I sang in joy, I knew not who was the giver, And I forgot to ask his name. In the midday the dust grew hot under my feet and the sun overhead. Overcome by thirst I reached the well. Water was poured to me. I drank it. And while I loved the ruby cup that was sweet as a kiss, I did not see him who held it and forgot to ask his name. In the weary evening I seek my way home. My guide- comes with a lamp and beckons me. I ask his name, But I only see his light through the silence and feel his smile filling the darkness.