The Meaning of Light and Pain
What if the meaning of our mortal breath
Is but to feel the pulse of life and death?
To probe the depths of sorrow and of woe
To find the balm that can assuage our throe
Our pain was born when light first pierced the shade
And bade us leave our tranquil, dark abode
We knew not then the ills that would invade
Our blissful state of uncorrupted mode
But light exposed the secrets of the world
And showed us all the horrors and the grace
It made us see the good and evil swirled
In every form and feature of this place
Our duty now is to explore and learn
To sift the chaff from wheat, the dross from gold
To take the pain and make it fuel to burn
The fire of joy that warms us in the cold
Until we reach the point where pain is past
And only ecstasy remains at last