when wandering light brightens the cathedral night
and mans joy turns to fulfillment of prayer
trodden paths fall behind dust and feet in haste
the morning resurrection binds the pilgrims tongues
and hosannas cough rough and low
praise the one who yokes and binds the light
to the darkness of the sun below
east lies the ancient emperors castigated and defiled
hanged effigies surround the tortured souls
and speak from pulpits full of pain
rejoice HE has come again
into the least of us
hope and despair
grasping beating hearts
sundering thought
and madness into blind devotion
of HE who never ends
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