Echoes (Paramaecium)

The morning has nothing to fear from the night Reaching the monastery of St Catherine The burning bush where Moses spoke with his God The chamber of skulls of the monks, they who had gone before The library of early Christian texts and the pathway of repentance Steps cut into rock by monks so they could Climb to the peak and commune with their God As I climb the long pathway of repentance myself Towards the peak of Sinai in the still dark hours of the morn I yearn for the daylight which will tame my hesitations My soul had hungered for the truth throughout this aching quest And as I watched the sun rise over Sinai for the first time in my whole life I realised it she'd it's light not only on the earth But also on the darkness of my aged heart within Now was the time to shine