The encircling endless light
Rings the earth
Surrounds each man
Yet its shafts its piercing fingers of
love
To one is dark to the other light
Where we are and where we sleep
Seems not the same
But though we knew it not, in both
Love, most true, all-knowing,
all-present
Peace, most comforting, all-power,
all-joy
All around our fragile frame inside and
out
The circling light, kept, preserved
Where we are hid inside our dark
The light of life is dark
Where we sleep unseeing outside our dark
No light, at all, no transforming life
Not till entering in will we ever understand
Or know we never were alone
Until we’re made light endless love to
us is dark
We’re back-to-front till turned around to
Perceive each point of penetrating
trouble
In this sphere of life was clothed in dark:
In seeing not the glory-light in pain
The joy in sorrow till we drop inside
*
-From: ARKIAHH DREAMING; The Ragged Writings of Everland; Volume 3
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