62 - Second Night

Sixty-Two

Second Night

Paired lights proclaim the miracle,
A straight line defined;
The shortest distance to You, O Eternal,
A clear path, a cometís flight.

So our praises rise to You,
A shining line lifts from paired lights,
Piercing the darkness,
Illuminating dark clouds.

Morning and evening we praise You;
In our going and coming back,
Our awakening and sleeping,
In our search and return, we praise Your Name.

In the duality of our days,
In the right and the left,
The twinned longings and givings,
We remember the lights and praise You.

We follow the straight line to You,
From here to an unknown there,
Believing and following,
Through obstacles, unwavering.