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
How my heart sings 