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.
FOR ONCE BE careless, timid traveller, and utterly lose your way; wide-awake though you are, be like broad daylight enticed by and netted in mist. Do not shun the garden of Lost Hearts waiting at the end of the wrong road, where the grass is strewn with wrecked red flowers, and disconsolate water heaves in the troubled sea. Long have you watched over the store gathered by weary years. Let it be stripped, with nothing remaining but the desolate triumph of losing all.
