Why do I fear?
Why do I turn from the light that I look at the ground upon my own shadow?
Overshadow me! Bornless one, that I may see with true sight.
Spread your wings upon me that my soul my fly
that I see your shining face and know your Will.
Is it not the forest fires that opens the seed?
Is it not the storm that brings clear skies and rainbows?
For I have tread long enough in the darkness of the forest,
and seek the break of the sun, cresting over the mountain.