Do not linger when the dead are gone.

Let the curtain fall, their life is done.

There is another play but not that one. 

Golden is the light of other suns.

Performing life is play and it is art.

Pull the curtain, make another start.

When the time is right you’ll get a chart.

This is life and everyone takes part

How was it I recognised the good

Personified enhanced by golden light?

Have we seen his Face before we’re born?

With shuttered eyes what did we use for sight?

Why  did this golden light appear to me?

Why should I be helped when others aren’t ?

There is no answer to this mystery

Explanations useless to the heart.

When the soul is bare to cruel despair

When all the false and superficial’s gone

Then the grace that can’t be bought flows in

But in the end, of answers there are none

The golden light cannot be forced by  will.

Yet in my eye, I see the brightness still