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