In the blazing heat
the trees and grasses golden;
they are candleflame and firelight.
In the shimmering cold
the frogs and crickets amplify;
they are thunderclap and echo.
In the winding cave
the dripstone spikes lengthen
into mountain and valley
where the heat blinds and the cold paralyzes,
the climb and the cliff wear and scatter,
abandonment and fright surround;
I can not see, and yet I know
the living light that radiates within,
illuminates the cracks and begs me to begin.
“Any man who follows me will not be walking in the dark: he will have the light of life, says the Lord.” (John 8:12; Universalis)