The white and the light From the deep and the dark A space where sound does not exist Where the heart is felt but never heard We are called to witness the coming of the light The light of day, the light of God and the light of life a gift and wish inspired Reached out in infinite rays from a beginning so impossible to conclude beyond thought and belief An event borne of inspiration both magical and implausible revealed in prophesy then realized one moment in time with the promise of a future where life and death converge The moment of light is a moment of white of such fright yet with the hope of life The moment of truth wrested from emptiness on wings of design not once in that instant but three at a time near grey rocks and water and sun kissed besides Yet arms raised high in victory knew brief reward they emptied quickly with the flight of life from fright leaving flickering knowlege of the white and the light kayaky
