Questions
Where is the boy turned to the light,
who asked hard questions every night?
I cannot find him anywhere.
I search my mind: he is not there.
I search my heart: I’ve lost the fear
that once ran deep to know that there
was once a time without my I.
An earth without me: how and why?
Instead, today I call to mind
the thought that once there was no time,
no earth, no light, no mighty wind—
that all of this came true through Him.
Before the start of history
was something greater: Mystery.
