Thou crossest desert lands of barren years to reach the moment of fulfilment.
God’s silence ripens man’s thoughts into speech.
Thou wilt find, Eternal Traveller, marks of thy footsteps across my songs.
Let me not shame thee, Father, who displayest thy glory in thy children.
Cheerless is the day, the light under frowning clouds is like a punished child with traces of tears on its pale cheeks, and the cry of the wind is like the cry of a wounded world. But I know I am travelling to meet my friend.
Tonight there is a stir among the palm leaves, a swell in the sea, Full Moon, like the heart-throb of the world. From what unknown sky hast thou carried in thy silence the aching secret of love?