We remain, in quiet waiting

We are left to wait, Listening to the waves From the sources of ancient knowledge, And to remember: Sorrow is hidden in miracles, And joy comes through pain - There is no other way. All that’s left for us is to wait, Heeding the waves that resonate From ancient wells of forgotten lore, And keep this truth forevermore: Within each wonder, sorrow lies, And joy must journey through the pain - No other path exists, no other way. We wait, and listen to the waves That rise from ancient knowing’s caves. Remember this: in wonder’s gleam Lurks hidden sorrow; joy’s a dream That walks through pain - no other road, No other way, as truth has showed. We remain, in quiet waiting, Ears turned to the waves’s calling, Rising from the deep, old knowing. Hold this thought, its truth unshaking: Miracles bear sorrow’s trace, Joy finds entrance through life’s pain - There can be no other way. We must abide in patient waiting, Attuning ear to waves undating, That flow from founts of elder lore. And let this wisdom be kept sure: In every marvel, grief doth dwell; Yet joy doth come through suffering’s spell - Thus it must be, and none beside.