In oldest time,
Naked and alone, I sat,
Afraid, I looked up, Into the stars for hope,
From the river of pearls, my lord,
I gathered shining bits for my own tale.
How could any who dwelled under such glory be alone?
What dwells in the sky, I wondered,
That shines even when I am forlorn.
What is this light above
That even when it fades is more glorious.
Do you shine on my path, starry sky?
Are you my saviour, moon?
When I am weakest and alone,
There you show me ways I wouldn’t have known.
Is this a scheme, I wonder, am I ever to know,
A river of stars, above and below.
What all life garnered, Lord,
Was in a mere moment lost,
But they were only things, were they not?
There is a larger tale,
Which stars and soul bind,
Which earthly loss does but keep behind,
A veil of human suffering.
I long, I yearn, I beg,
Reach out, my lord, my love,
From behind your veil of stars.
Reach out, touch me, caress me,
Tell me my hopes are true
My life, my living, my tale,
Are one, one with you,
My life course, tell me, is like your river of stars,
That in the darkest nights shine glorious,
Down upon a man,
Naked, and alone.