Laboring In the Dark

Feeling this disorganization Reaching out for new awareness Cold rubble beneath our hands No conception of darkness Is this the cruelest con Moving boulders across this floor? Feeling my spirit breaking When asking, "What's this for?" All we know for certain Is surely we do not know And we pray to the blackness To reveal which way to go Yet despite the emptiness Learning a dance called Trust We begin to move in harmony Like ants amidst the dust Then a beautiful epiphany Like the first time to the ocean The golden light now illuminating The reason for this painful motion The foundations of friendship Are now falling into place And I acknowledge this sacred temple Seeing the sunshine on your face