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
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