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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.

 

 

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