Wrapped up in pain,
Entering a dark pillar hall,
With the most exquisite marble,
Polished and sparkling since thousands of years,
I hear the echo of emptiness
Cautiously I step across the empty floor,
But I notice, uneasy, that my footfalls are soundless
Scared I hurry into the next hall
There are statues of pure gold,
Decorated with the rarest of gems
There they stand magnificent and glorious,
Watching the sky
Though there is something which worries me
And at last I stop and see what it is
What I watch is the bitter face of loneliness
The cold embrace feels to the innermost corner of my soul

Was beauty nothing but cold?
What I found beautiful, was it just icy winds?
Was this the room I had been looking for so long?
Was this the place where freedom lives?

My way went on into wilderness,
Along the well-known path called Confusion
After a dark night I approached the big gate,
Though I was astonished when I saw that it was more than a gate

I arrived at a crossroad with two golden gates
GiftMystery
Who built them there?
What was Remembrance in this?
I am struck by their temptation,
The inviting power which attracts my innermost thoughts

Stunned by this powerful experience
And grateful for it
I remain hesitantly at the crossroads
Which path is my way?
Which gate is the opening to the life I wanted?

Oh, Jesus Christ
I seek Thy Divine wisdom,
I bow before Thy advice
May Thy hand lead a wavering heart
May Thy word be a torch on my path