as sun rests, a veil clears
though we can see,
we do not behold,
and ancient knowledge remains
the quiet comes, and the sound is there
though it speaks to us
we can not hear
and yet our hearts hear the old truth
darkness comes, and it brings us light
though it shines our way
we stumble on the path
and yet the signs brightly show the way
night shines, to give us wisdom
and we are not alone
in the cradle of heaven
On the Ark of God