Paramaecium

The morning has nothing to fear from the night
Reaching the monastery of St Catherine
The burning bush where Moses spoke with his God
The chamber of skulls of the monks, they who had gone before
The library of early Christian texts and the pathway of repentance
Steps cut into rock by monks so they could
Climb to the peak and commune with their God
As I climb the long pathway of repentance myself
Towards the peak of Sinai in the still dark hours of the morn
I yearn for the daylight which will tame my hesitations
My soul had hungered for the truth throughout this aching quest
And as I watched the sun rise over Sinai for the first
time in my whole life
I realised it shed its light not only on the earth
But also on the darkness of my aged heart within
Now was the time to shine