Oh Gentle Light

I ‘ll try to get it right just one more time You did not converse with me in words You were simply present with your Light Nowhere did I feel your power and might You were no eagle, but a little bird I ‘ll try to get it right just one more time. Who made our language with its subtle rhymes? The ancient people had their well trained Scribes You were always there,oh gentle Light You gave me warmth, you changed my too fixed sight A comforter , a Spirit, how describe? I ‘ll try to get it right a final time. The agony inside me lost its bite I wanted to go on, to be alive You do not always show your golden Light We do not know when we at last arrive We do not reach this meeting place by strife I ‘ve tried to get it right this final time I never saw such Gold until that night