Beneath the veil of worldly strife,
Your voice, an echo in the dark,
Speaks in tongues of ancient light,
An art, a muse, a sacred spark.

We, the shadowed and the lost,
Cannot grasp your subtle hymns,
For truths you weave in silken threads,
Dance beyond our mortal whims.

Yet, in your words, a hidden key,
Unlocks the corridors of mind,
Corruption’s roots are gently turned,
As values shift, by grace refined.

Oh, unseen herald of the dawn,
Whose whispers carve the night anew,
Teach us the songs we’ve yet to sing,
In rhythms deep, with hearts untrue.

For in the silence of your gaze,
A universe of wisdom blooms,
And though we stumble, blind and frail,
Your light reshapes our darkest rooms.

And in your presence, love’s pure flame,
Ignites our souls, and speaks your name.