And finally, when all that’s living dies,
when sun and moon have set in permanence
and truer light shines, blinding to our eyes,
we will bow down. When sorrow’s influence
is shattered, holy joy will flood the space
that once was crowded, full of wounds and sin.
The darkness overcome, we’ll find our place
is at your feet: our freedom shall begin.
But now we live our lives on solid ground
and wants and needs demand our time. We feel,
so often, tied to all we see around
we stop desiring heaven. It’s appeal
becoming less, we cling to what we know
and fear the splendor, daring not to go.