The Fool

On the precipice, I stand, waiting for a sign,
it comes in the Light of the morning sight,
never to fail, each day of Life.
Our loyalty should be so consistent to thine,
oh that lights the morning sky.

My tears do flow for the times I have hesitated
and resisted the grace of that sight.
Oh Lord of Love and Wisdom,
do I now understand the patience you have had
for this soul to awaken
and realize your never ending presence within my heart.

Gladly I rise to the sight of the Light,
never fearing the craggy bottom of fears
and doubts that humanity has rendered,
by looking up, my gaze carries me forward,
sure of its trajectory and its end goal.
No I do not know what this goal is,
but sure I am of its destiny for me.

Oh Holy Wonder of Light,
please bless me all the days of life
that I may follow your unending gaze
that shelters me in the countenance of your ways.
For all that I need is thy gaze
and all that I want contained in this life.

The Light bends to my will
if only I submit to the Unending Will of my Lord of Light.
Teach me, show me, so that I may serve, and know
that I am thy servant of Light,
gladly, willingly I serve the Light.