A symbol is a well in which we dig.
To find the holy water we desire.
The light is not apparent at the start
The work the heat. the force and then the fire…
We do not have the light to act as guide
Stumbling down the darkness like the mad
And when we stop and stare in our dismay
We do not find the light for we are sad.
Yet despair itself has merit,makes us pause
The slowing of the mind the heart,the blood
Helps us see the light that we will praise
Paradoxes, opposites and shades.
Help us learn the world and sing its prayers.
How my heart sings 