I used to climb into my dreams
Of wealth, and power and fame.
Inside their glittering shell I found
Refuge from the pain.
But now I’ve come upon a desert land
The shadow days and darker nights of which
Know not the moon of love’s requiting
Nor even lesser lights of stars.
I cannot dull the ache of ancient wounds.
Rest from questing for an obscure Grail
Is not a grace I have received,
Nor have I caught forgiveness’ scent
On this dark air.
Or so it seems,
Until my lightless eyes
How long a passage I have made.
Someone Always Hears
If you have no water to give to those who thirst
Take them by the hand and find water together.
If your own wounds
Stop you from binding the wounds of others
To carry them to the inn,
Lie down beside them by the roadside.
If you cannot go to a prison,
To bring friendship and help to those inside,
Because you are in a prison of your own,
call out from afar.
There is in each of us enough strength
To see the stars.
To strike a spark that may grow into a fire.
Even in the wilderness,
A voice, crying,
is always heard by someone.