The Nameless Ray

To the precipice and back

We walk our measured blinded way

Looking neither left nor right

Or upwards to receive the day.

The world is filled with violence

And we impotent turn away

Or in the hour faith demands

Kneel and of the moment, pray.

Are we then marionettes on strings

Puppets pulled to our dismay

Flirting with evil or fleeting good

Acting out an unscripted play?

All is an arcane mystery,

There seems no truth that we can say

With certainty, 'This is the truth';

Desire and greed lead us astray

And the sameness of unending hours.

Our lives, our dreams are but Time's prey

Unless we turn to that within,

The light of lights, the nameless Ray.