The labyrinth of life offers little hope.
Each turn threatens doom, in darkness we all grope.
Alone we shall perish, unable to see
that the light only shines, from within. From Thee.
For a while nephesh, our animal soul,
Seems to help us along, mocking our role.
Even as the moon is, shining with borrowed light,
of that that lies beyond it: the mysterious Might.
Then, at last, we are blinded: Let there be what may…
No man can see God and live! So the prophets say.
The sun fills our eyes. Fills our heart and mind.
The light shines from within, let us all remain blind.