The craziness that embroils us
Is just a test of Spirit Light
To see which way will be right
As we go through the darkness of our night.
And as we weave our incessant sight
To be an ocular delight
Of such great height
That we despoil the inner grieving of gripe
And destroy the inner spite.
We are harbouring our own vision of the Light.
Give it a respite
From the craziness of night.