Will I be dedicated to electric
motion? Or to quests
of a sword?
Am I to dwell in the halls
of the electric vision?
Am I to wander continuously
on mountains numerous and great?
Where is the fire that burned
in my heart? The torch of righteousness,
how it has faded! The bonfire
of the spirit, how it dies!
The lamp is weak, barely shedding
light in this dark world. Fill it with oil,
fill it with wisdom and truth.
Will I be dedicated to the One
"who is, and who was, and who is coming?"
Oh let it be so!
Oh let me be born! |